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Post by Cobra5 on Jan 26, 2003 15:09:44 GMT -5
YYYYYaaaahhhhhhh! That's right! Keep them comi--ghha
*Cobra trips on a rock*
Pttf...ahhh...*cough cough*...
*He gets back up, and starts running again*
YYYaaaaahhh!!!
*He climbs on top of the hunting star, using peice of it for cover as he shotts at the remaining bugs.*
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Post by BugHunter on Jan 26, 2003 20:44:52 GMT -5
*Light-Stepper reports to BugHunter*
Light-Stepper: *kssh* "Sir, our buddies have managed to bring Cobra here! The bugs are still attacking, but we used a mini-nuke on 'em so their numbers have dropped" *kssh*
BugHunter: "Good, I'll be there in a few clicks, over and out"
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Post by Cobra5 on Jan 28, 2003 16:25:34 GMT -5
*Cobra wastes just a few more bugs*
"You guys...seem to have everything under control..."
"...So, if you don't mind, it's time ti find my sword..."
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Post by BugHunter on Jan 28, 2003 22:37:36 GMT -5
(ok, you go on ahead, I'll have BugHunter arrive at the ship when you leave the area)
*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM... BLAM... BLAM BLAM... BLAM*
*The last remaining bugs curl up and die. Light-stepper falls back on his chair and lets out a sigh of relief. Young-Tusk and the others outside begin cheering at another triumph*
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Post by Dr. Dan on Jan 29, 2003 15:48:37 GMT -5
The wreckage site of the Lagger is littered with bodies of popups and bugs. The shp has been completely destroyed. Cobra serches the site fruitlessly. His link to his sword becoming no stronger with each step.
The metal under his hands shift in uneasy compliance with each passing moment.
"AAAARRRRGGGG!!!" Cobra scremes in vain.
The effort is becoming more and more tiring. The air itself seems to be frozen with uneasy tension.
Cobra huffs, and shifts one last plate of metal. Again...nothing. He throws the metal in anger and dispair...and then sits. When he looks up...he sees...a person? No. It could not be a person. Its too large.
On the horizon of the crash site a creature slowly walks towars Cobra. The confident, effortless strides of the huge humanoid show a wisdom and strength that induses a pang of fear into Cobra. What truly frightens cobra however, more than the aura of power, is what the creature weilds.
Held in a single hand is Cobras sword.
Cobra stands. He begins to walk towards the creature. The connection with his sword begins to stregnthen. He feels the sensational flow of power once again through his veigns. He puts a hesitant hand towards his eariler wound.
"Hello..." Cobra hesitantly inquires
The creature stops. He appears to be about 9ft tall, and wearing armor that Cobra has never seen the likes of before.
With a single hand he raises cobras sword in a defensive stance, aweing cobra with his incredible strength. Cobra, realizing that the creature is preparing for a battle, stammors for words.
"No! Wait! Thats my Sword! I need that back! Please! Give it to me!"
The giant's face seems to waver for a second, as if trying to detect a lie or a trick.
"This sword..." The creature speaks in a very slow wize tone, again enforcing the aura of power, "I have found among this wreckage. It is my only means of defending myself. Why should I give it to you?"
Cobra is quick to reply, "It is mine!! You dont understand! Please give it to me! NOW!"
The creatue simply replies, "No."
With a single fluid movement the giant raises the sword and leaps towards Cobra. Cobra cringes awaiting the strike he know will be fatal.
It never comes.
When Cobra opens his eyes, the blade of the sword is not half an inch from his face. It glows with an incredible flowing purple mist. The giant is now 2 feet from cobra. The sword, as if it has a mind of its own, repells itself from its owner. The giant maintains his grip on the sword, but the force is enough to propel him backward through the air.
With a silent ruffel of feathers, huge wings suddendly unfold from behind the creature. They exetnd a full 10 feet on each side of his body and decend nearly the full 9ft to the ground. With a single flap, the creatures decent is slowed and infact reversed. He rises for a moment and then comes to a soft landing about 100 feet from Cobra.
The giant glances down at the still radiating sword with a newfound respect.
"Amazing..." the low voice mutters.
Cobra himself is astonished at the spectical. His sword's power and the creatures abilities are both a shock to the seasoned warrior.
"That sword has a special link to me....Please...I need it back." Says Cobra in a confident tone.
The creature glances up from the sword.
"This swords power....is for you and you alone." resonates the commanding voice.
"I give you credit noble warrior."
With a flick of its powerful arm, the creature flings the sword into the dying light of the sunset towards Cobra. Cobra himself looses sight of the sword....and then it quickly lands with a thud at his feet.
The creature turns and spreads it wings and bends its legs, as if ready to take off with one powerful leap, but before it can take off...Cobra speeks.
"WAIT! dont go! Where will go in a place like this? Who are you? Why are you here?" cobra inquires.
The creatue re-folds the massive wings. "You ask many questions." it says as it turnes its head towards the source of the questions.
"You are the one with the sword after all. I have nothing. My name? My name cannot possibially be pronounced using your primitave tounge." The creatue turnes its entire body towards Cobra. "But you may call me Kal."
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Post by Cobra5 on Jan 29, 2003 17:15:29 GMT -5
*Cobra hefts his sword up on it's point, and runs his finger down a long, fine crack across it.*
Cobra:"Hm... Kal, eh?...I don't suppose you did that to my sword...?"
Kal: "No. I found it like that"
*Replies the angel like figure. Even though he just tried to attack him, Cobra feels somewhat...trusting, of the giant.*
Cobra:"I was just curious...it would take a whole lotta force to break this thing...lucky for me..."
Kal: "Hm? What do you mean?"
Cobra: "You see, I am linked to this sword. As you found out *he gives a little laugh*. I trained for years to make it flow with my power as it does. But, it works both ways...If my sword ever develops a crack, I get...how should I say this..."Feed back"..."
*Cobra again lifts his shirt, exposing the odd wound across his stomach*
Cobra: "Say..."
"You're an... an 'angel', right?"
*The slightly shimering being gives a resounding laugh, and responds:*
Kal: "We've been called that. Why?"
Cobra: "Because you guys come from the plane of Psyche!"
*Kal has never heard 'Plane of Psyche' before, but the humans would cirtainly have a diferent name for it then he does...*
Cobra: "You can fix my sword! That's how master K forged it in the first place, he told me. He said he asked an angel to do it. And it can only be fixed back in the plane of Psyche. So take it back with you. Please...?"
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Post by Dr. Dan on Jan 29, 2003 17:34:18 GMT -5
Kal raises a curious eyebrow.
"...Who is your uncle?" Asks Kal. Such a straightfoward question is a little unexpected, but Kals personality is only just being unveiled to Cobra.
This lowly, lesser plainer being...having a connection with my own plane? A connection that is severed to even myslef? Hah! This is a lie. Yet...this human seems to have a pure consience. Maybe this encounter was more than just coinsidence.[/i]
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Post by Cobra5 on Jan 29, 2003 17:40:03 GMT -5
"Uncle?" Asks cobra, Confused. "I dunno....why do you want to know? I mean...uh...Well, I had a few...". Cobra is a bit perplexed, but he answers anyways. He lists a four uncles. None of qhich seem relevernt or important in any particular way...at least not to cobra.
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Post by Dr. Dan on Jan 29, 2003 18:04:12 GMT -5
Unimpressed, Kal turns and begins to walk away agian.
Ignorant Human.
"If your mind is pure yet your words are not, you mean nothing to me."
Kal stops. He turns his head only towards Cobra. His glare, even from this distance, still makes a chill run through Cobra's spine. The cold blue eyes surrounded by yellow penitrate through what seems to be Cobra's very being.
"What do you really want?" Kal spits in a tone that is no longer soft yet demanding, but is almost pure demon-like.
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Post by Cobra5 on Jan 29, 2003 18:10:24 GMT -5
"What's so special about my uncles?"
"Uh...anyways...like I said, I want you to fix my sword...Master K, who trained me and got this sword for me, said that it came from an angel. So I was hoping maybe you'd be nice enough to fix it...?"
*Cobra puts 2+2 together*
"Oh, did you think Master K is my uncle? No...hell, he ain't even human." cobra looks a bit shocked at what he said, and mubles to himself. Then he turns back to Kal and says:
"He's Kaiou-Tur. An old guy. He was interested in me from birth, told me I was special or something. Something about my psyche not joining with my bodie when it came from your plane, or something. I wasn't interested at first."
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Post by BugHunter on Jan 29, 2003 18:33:03 GMT -5
(ooc: good writing guys, but man, you write alot... I dont have that much time to read five 12foot long posts in a row... but good job)
*BugHunter finds himself walking through a small valley filled with dead bugs and signs of heavy fighting. He can see his mercenary unit in the distance*
BugHunter: "Wow... looks like they didn't need my help..."
*runs up to his comrads*
BugHunter: "Hey guys! I can see that you've had some fun!"
Young-Tusk: "Yea, man! You should have seen us! we were like blam blam blam blam blam blam and they were like all over and coming straight at us and like aaarrrgh and aaaaahhhh and dude, did we kick some ass!"
*The other hunters cheer in agreement*
BugHunter: "Man, i wish i was there... Hey, where's Cobra?"
misc hunter 1: "Uh, he left to go back to his ship to get his psychic sword or somethin. He was really persistent about it..."
Young-Tusk: "Ah, we dont need him, we took care those bugs without his help anyway!"
*The other hunters cheer in agreement*
BugHunter: "Well we cant go after him. We have to get our ship to a port somewhere for heavy repairing and refitting... Tassatul is coming to us. Maybe when he gets here he can teleport us somewhere"
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Post by Tassatul on Jan 29, 2003 20:09:05 GMT -5
(ooc: good writing. glad to see another person here, dan. )
'Sounds good, BugHunter'
*Tassatul makes his way back to Agrithno's position, watching as the nukes hit and destroy most of the bugs*
'Cool. thatll give us some time to reform'
*Tassatul sees Agrithno. He also notices the huge fleet of Carriers, Scouts, and Arbiters above him*
'Wow, looks like Krath and C'tal arrived'
[glow=red,2,300]'Tassatul, my friend, it is good to see you'[/glow] welcomes Agrithno.
'Its good to see you too. . .and this fleet. We should make haste. BugHunter's ship is disabled and probably under attack'
'Understood.'
*A small shuttle cruises down and pickes the two up. The entire fleet begins moving towards BugHunter's position. As the Arbiters activate their cloaks, everything dissapears in a shimmery disturbance*
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Post by Dr. Dan on Jan 29, 2003 20:30:23 GMT -5
"Your term 'master' does not coinside with my definition. We call our elder relatives 'masters', often reffering to our fathers or our uncles. I am sorry."
Kaiou-Tur...interesting.....The amulet was said to be forged by the peoples of the Saccurlogie planes. I know them as 'Groikalls,' but these terms mean nothing on this plane. I must find out more about these...Kaiou-Tur.
"You may yet be of use." Kal mutters under his breath.
"What is your quest here? Perhaps I may assits you? Do you have a transport?"
Cobra cant help but sence an alterior motive within Kal's words.
Suddendly, Kal realizes the exact words of Cobra.
"Something about my psyche not joining with my bodie when it came from your plane, or something.
What?!?! This is absurd. This...this human could not possibially be related from the plane of Greater Archons. That is not possible. He best watch his step....his words of blasphemy may cost him his life. I refuse to believe that my ansestors would include this lesser being in their plans unless.....
The thought is reserved...
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Post by Cobra5 on Jan 29, 2003 21:14:56 GMT -5
(Well yeah, we wrote a lot, but it was his intro, and they're always a bit long. That, and we have a bit of diolouge going...)
"Transport? Well yeah, but It can hardly fit me, let alone you..."
*Cobra shakes his head*
"Nevermind...I mean, I had a ship. It kind of... uh..." Cobra points a bit off in to the distance behind Kal. A bit past the wreckadge, Cobra's smoking ship lays in it's crater.
"My quest? uh...Me and some allies are fighting off some invaders. Uh...*cobra motions to the wreckedge* this used to be one of them..."
*cobra cocks his head in curiosity*
"So howed you get here? I mean, don't see many of your kind...in fact... I've barely heard stroies. *Cobra interupts himself* Nevermind. Let's look for some allies, first...uh...I left Bug Hunter over there...but it looks like tassatul's fleet is that way...hmm...let's wait with Bug Hunter. He just might be in danger."
*Cobra hops over a broken peice of metal, while slaming his massive sword to the magnetic clamp under his backpack. He walkes and jumps the ocasional scrap. Then he stops and looks back at Kal, who's standing deep in thought, staring at cobra.*
"Um...
...Coming?"
*Kal snaps to attention, then takes big steps through the wreckedge. Cobra starts walking again.*
*Then he stops again, suddenly.*
"Oh, right. Name's Will, but the poeple 'round here call me Cobra."
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Post by BugHunter on Jan 30, 2003 10:04:11 GMT -5
(ooc: um... didn't i say my guys kicked the crap out those bugs? My hunters are just waiting for a pickup now...)
*We find the hunters at their ship just waiting around for a pickup. Tired and in need of rest, they enjoy their brief amount of R&R. BugHunter and Light-Stepper are engaged in a game of 3 level quad-chess. Young-Tusk is practicing wrist-blade fighting with a fellow hunter*
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