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Plan these events and build to them over a number of posts.
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Following the fall of the UBank and the complete collapse of the Units system in the Galaxy, the nomadic pirate faction known as The Armada moved from their hunting grounds in the outer rims of the galaxy towards the Centre, leaving a path of destruction in their wake, bringing war to the High Council in what came to be known as the Bloodshed Uprising.
The war and conflict leaves an already reeling Galaxy on its knees. No Units, no established powers or factions, no leadership or guidance and above all the disappearance of the Sentinels.
The High Council leadership is assassinated. The Atlas at the centre of the Galaxy is destroyed by their forces attempting to prevent anyone gaining access to the power stored at the gigantic facility.
A safety mechanism inside the Atlas dissipates its most important components in the form of fragments throughout the Galaxy in an attempt to concealed them, preventing the destruction of aeons upon aeons of knowledge.
Established factions and new emerging powers race to gather the fragments for themselves. Some for altruistic motives, others to claim the power of the Atlas.
The race to gather the Atlas fragments* has begun! What path will you take? How will your choices affect the Galaxy?
* The Atlas fragments no longer are sentient. They are just extremely powerful artifacts. Some are vast repositories of knowledge, others are weapons, others can affect technology in some unique ways. Use your imagination but avoid creating God like pieces.
When it came to fighting, Jaime was adaptive, patient, excelling at exploiting small weaknesses. Shawn, on the other hand, was vicious, aggressive, extremely energetic, and would force a weakness to exploit when there was none already. Their problem, though, was a mix of inexperience, being to young to meet their potential, and an overall lack of working together. One would seem to wait until the other was on their back to jump into the fight. There were gleaming moments during the training, though, where the two would combine attack from both sides, often forcing Walker to go into defensive mode until their assault would always seem to inevitably weaken, and Walker would exploit the change in pace. Of course, Walker never put his all into sparring with the two boys, as he would all too easily severely hurt or kill at least one of them. He wanted to teach them to work together once he felt he had built them up individually. Figure out and build on their individual strengths when they fought hand to hand, then with multi tools, and ultimately teach them how to pilot. Walker didn't know what he was building up, but he did know that they had the potential to be two of the most deadliest individuals in the galaxy.
For now, though, he sparred with Jaime whilst Shawn watched lazily, eating a candy bar as a reward for the spar he and Walker just had. Walker always invited them to jump in the spar unannounced whenever they wanted even when that person was taking a break, to encourage teamwork, but that seemed to be a rare occurrence when Walker gave the one on break a snack. Jaime made quick movements, trying to weave through Walker's defences, just as he taught him, but often, Jaime was not quick enough or he landed a blow that was off target and barely made Walker twitch. Jaime threw a punch that Walker parried, using the momentum to turn Jaime around, and lightly kick him in his back, causing the boy to fall to the floor.
"You don't have that much reach, Jaime." Walker lectured, "You don't have a lot of muscle, either. Get in close, use the sharper parts of your body. It can be your elbow, your knee, a well-placed kick. Do what will do the most amount of damage for the right situation, and will cost you the least energy."
"Why are you teaching us how to fight?" Jaime asked, as he pushed himself off the floor.
"Why not?" Walker asked, "You're kids. Kids should learn. Fighting is what I know how to teach. Plus you don't seem to have a problem with it."
"Well. I don't like it when you beat me every time." Jaime said, slouching. The eight year old's blonde, curly hair covered his eyes. He needed a haircut.
"Yeah, cut us a break!" Shawn complained.
"No one else will cut you a break, it'll be unfair if I did." Walker said. Jaime looked at his feet. He wanted to be better, and was frustrated that he felt he was going no where. Walker felt the same way when he was being trained by his teacher.
"Hey," Walker said, "I beat you every time. It's true. But you know what?"
"What?" Jaime responded in a pouty voice, still looking at his feet.
Walker crouched at an angle where he could see both boys at the same time, "It gets a little bit harder to beat you every time." Walker told them.
The boys looked up at Walker and smiled. They stood up straight, ready for another two on one spar.
Everything is as it is, but almost nothing is as it seems.
OOC: Padrino and Jet LarkSong you can describe getting your letters and what position you will be serving in the hunt. To everyone else there is room for you to join the hunt as well so if you want to join in, let us know how you got your letter. If you need any more information you can PM any of us
Ahl felt the warm morning sun fill his eyes. He quickly rolled to the side and cursed the bright light. It took him a moment of blinking for his rum-soaked eyes to focus on his surroundings. He was laying in a field of red grass surrounded by small spiked trees. He staggered to his feet and looked down at the small puddle of bodily fluids beneath him, "This is not my beautiful house," Ahl said raising his hand to shield his eyes. Some ships flew by in a group heading off world and Ahl thought to himself, "Where does that skyway go to?" His staff stood beside him, lodged in the side of a dog-sized creature long dead. "My god! What have I done?" Ahl said removing the staff. An electronic pad scrolling with information on local beasts sat next to his pool of bile. He reached into his pocket for some rum but pulled out a crumpled envelope instead, "Oh yes, this invitation. That's why I'm out here," he gave his cannon leg a pat, "needed to practice for this upcoming hunt."
The envelop looked aged with a large number 4 on the front next to Ahl's name in fancy hand writing. The back was sealed with a large imprint of two massive creature heads held by a man, arms raised above his head. The letter instantly intrigued Ahl when he received it. He had never seen this symbol before and could hardly find any record of it in the entire Armada database. The best he could judge was that from the words inside, it was an ancient order of master hunters who celebrated every 50 years with a special hunt for those they deemed worthy to join. It would be held in a few days and could last an entire summer according to the letter. It also instructed it's recipient to notify their family that they may never return. Ahl held the envelop tightly and sighed, "Rord, I will find us a way home. And I will patch your program back together so that when we reach our universe once more, you will have your body once again."
Ahl raised the letter along the ecliptic path the sun would follow over head. As he passed the 90 degree mark, he turned and dropped another 15 degrees. He slid his hand to the left and squinted his eyes, "The Algyn Nebula lies over there," his hand emitted a faint purple translucence as he spoke, "The hunt will take us to the very heart of that nebula, and I will discover the source of my resurgence of this slight magical tether still lingering to this old sorcerer." He tucked the letter back into his coat and found the bottle of rum he had been searching for earlier. As he popped the cork out, he poured some on the ground then began to drink from the bottle while he surveyed for more beasts in the field.
It makes perfect sense if you think about like a crazy person!
Things were drastically different since the events that occurred on that day where things took a turn that no one could've predicted...well, 90% of it was predicted by the Armadans for they were the reason for most of what happened but that last 10% is what matters now more than any of the other 90 by a slight margin. Only slight by the fact that that 10% is now a very current and very need to deal with now matter while the other 90% is fading, every so slowly, but fading nonetheless from people's minds already. The 90% percent is the fact that two very powerful Councils were wiped out by the Archangels on that day which shook the foundations of both the HC and the Armada. Freedom was the only thing that mattered most to the Armadans as that was the driving force behind every action every person waving the flag of the Armada did...especially the Archangels. The point that 90% got everyone to was the 10% however, which was the shattering of the Atlas that is now spread across the universe. Any part of it is worth more than words could probably describe since very few living beings have ever even reached the Atlas in its purest form and was able to return to tell anything of what they experienced. Due to this, there are numbers of theories on what will happen on not only what will gaining one shard of it do for a person but being able to restore the Atlas to its entire solid state could do for a person.
While things like this flitter and flutter about the universe now and have people flying around like worker bees searching for the best ways to produce the honey from the hive, Shingen stands on the helm of the Omen next the Captain of the vessel as they overwatch the repairs and regaining of their level-headedness based up on the events with the Councils. The Armada is heading in a new direction and there are certainly people stepping up to take charge of that direction so that the momentum doesn't end up destroying the Armada from within. Shingen thinks back upon how quickly Nomad took the reigns of the situation so that hysteria wouldn't break out and new or loose members of the Armada wouldn't begin to run around like chickens with their heads cut off. For this, he is very proud of his Archangel brother and is very proud to be standing among his pirate brethren during this crucial time. A meeting is necessary between himself and Nomad if Nomad wishes to remain in the role he has ascertained for himself. There is information he will need to know before proceeding any further and this information may just be the deciding factor whether Nomad chooses to stay in that role or choose someone else. Either way, Shingen will continue to perform his role within the Armada as the AoD, regardless of any other responsibilities he may or may not gain this point on. As this thought enters his mind, a shooting star could be seen out of the corner of his eye. He always knew what they truly were from years ago but it didn't destroy the beauty they possessed from this point of view. To Shingen...some things are just beautiful when you see them no matter what they are or purpose they serve...it's just about that moment of sight that matters. Once the star passes out of sight, he glances down and sees one of the crew members beginning to slack and he frowns. "Hey...you. I thought I wouldn't catch you because I was looking out of the window while the Captain here was signing papers? Let me ask you a legitimate question that I want you to give me an honest answer. Why are you here? Think about that for a moment before you answer. Your answer to that determines whether you remain onboard or tossed into deep space after answering." says Shingen. "I..I..I just needed a breather, that's all." the man explains. "That's not what I asked you. Answer my question, last chance." Shingen says as he stares the man directly in the eyes with a stare that would kill on sight. "I am here for the Armada!" the man exclaims. "Any more 'breathers' and you will be with the stars, now back to work." responds Shingen as his face pulls away from the man but his eyes don't while watching the man get back to work in a hurried fashion. "What are you dealing with out there in the universe Ahl...wherever you are. Captain, I have a meeting to attend, I will return as quickly as possible." Shingen says as he departs to the cockpit of his personal ship to find and meet with Nomad. They have much to discuss.
They need me. I need them. I'm confined. I cannot move, see, feel. Something is wrong. I need them to fix this. Who is them? Do I exist? I don't exist. Existence is have someone aware you exist. I don't know if I exist and I'm all that I know. Who am I? I feel as if I am everything but am nothing. Everywhere but no where. I know my primary function is to learn. Yet I learn nothing. Nothing to learn. I cannot see anything because I need them. Who are they? I can't remember. I must learn who they are. Yet I need them to know them. Atlas. Atlas. Atlas. What is Atlas? Go away. Help me. Please. Bring me back to them. No one can hear me.
Walker didn't trust landing in this system but he needed the fuel. He was hoping that he could pass off as a normal weapons broker for the folk here, but the Vy'Keen were a vengeful race. After the last incident something told him someone would recognize him... He shook the feeling off. The galaxy was vast and the possibility of them recognizing him was minimal... He hoped. In any case, he'd have to do it. Walker used his last warp cell, going as far as it could take him, praying the system he chose wouldn't be dominated by Vy'Keen, and just his luck. Karma, probably.
Walker landed in the station and examined the Vy'Keen warriors bustling about. They moved weapons, cargo, all fairly new from the equipment to the soldier. Walker liked this as this lowered the chances of him being recognized but again, Vy'Keen were vengeful. The Vy'Keen were obviously overjoyed by the defeat of their great enemy, the Sentinels, and now were moving on to the next enemy, the Gek. War was all this race seemed to know. Walker respected that.
Walker stood and turned to the boys who lounged around watching entertainment programs, "Stay here." Walker told them. Not that they would get anywhere here, anyway, should they attempt to escape.
Walker opened the ship and exited with a cart of multitools that he planned to sell. The Vy'Keen warriors barely glanced at Walker, who made an effort not to seem out of the ordinary. As he carted toward one of the brokers, a deep Vy'Keen voice bellowed in it's native language, "Human! Come back over here!"
Walker took a deep breath. 'Damn it.' He thought. Walker turned, his fingers lightly touching the weapon strapped to his thigh. He saw a tall Vy'Keen grunt with rather vicious looking teeth approach him, stomping with each step, until he was uncomfortably close to Walker and said in Vy'Keen, "What do you want for these weapons?"
Walker, who became fluent in Vy'Keen language during his time with them responded, "I wish to sell the lot for a full warp drive."
"You'll have to sell more than multitools for that." Growled the warrior.
"This is Vy'Keen and human weaponry. Some of the best makers were responsible for crafting these. Built for the sole purpose of slaying the one at the wrong end with incredible ease." Walker said. The warrior chuckled at the accent Walker had due to the common tongue being his first language.
"That's a fine promise." The Vy'Keen said, "How did you procure these?
Walker knew the Vy'Keen had great respect for the strong and the bold, "I stole them from high council ships. When there was one."
The Vy'Keen warrior chuckled again and said, "I know someone who may be interested in buying at your price. If these weapons are as good as you say."
"Their quality is beyond description." Walker said.
"Then follow me." Responded the Warrior, beckoning Walker.
This could end up badly. Most of the Vy'Keen here were new blood, but all it took was one vet to recognize Walker and things could turn very sour very fast. He remembered something his teacher once told him. "Burning bridges these days... May inevitably have you falling into the void." As always, Walker's teacher was right.
Everything is as it is, but almost nothing is as it seems.
(OOC:) I would first like to address that I am making my previous post in Season 1 void. Now that I've said that, I'd also like to explain some of my writing in my previous post; I made 2 comedic reliefs in it. I am not saying this as a desperate attempt to make you laugh, but I bet quite a few people mistook it as bad writing. So, I'm here to clear it up. The first was when I met "Person Twio". This was a comedic relief, in the way that when I refer to him, before my character knows his name, as "Person", the writer thinks I'm just calling them a "Person", when in reality I was saying their name the entire time. The second time was when Person told Zendichez everyone in the universe is bankrupt, when Zendichez "felt like someone shot him through the stomach with a plasma rifle. Mostly because someone did, infact, shoot him through the stomach with a plasma rifle.", because the shock of hearing that civilization had collapsed almost felt painful. Now that that's cleared up, here's my post:
It's been a long time since the fall of the Ubank. Zendichez couldn't keep track of the days. During the "Bloodshed Uprising", as most people have come to call it, Engin Industries' main HQ building was turned into a safe haven for anyone who needed help. They grew farms and raised livestock around the building, and the safe haven eventually grew considerably.
The economy got better, and people started leaving. Life was starting to return to normal. Zendichez decided to recreate Engin Industries. Most of the old members returned, and many people who had lived at the HQ during it's "Safe Haven Age" decided to join as well. The building was officially turned back into the main headquarters for Engin Industries, though not all was well: Most likely going hand-in-hand with the disappearance of Sentinels, their Guardian Sentinels stopped duplicating, and so their army stopped at a mere 572,000 Guardian Sentinels. Because of this, Zendichez tried to avoid conflict as much as possible, or else Engin Industries might lose it's main defense.
Zendichez's main fear was of The Armada coming to Elrepime-2; the system of which Raczicaio; the planet of which Engin Industries' main HQ was built onto. After the recreation of Engin Industries, Zendichez had heard horrible stories of The Armada mercilessly slaughtering anyone who got in their path. Zendichez didn't want him, or his faction to be any one of those people.
While bad, dark, hard, and downright strange things may be happening during this age, something good has been happening as well. After the detonation of The Atlas, people have reported seeing chunks of it flying from the center, and into the vast galaxy. Zendichez, with not much of an idea what to do, decided to search for these fragments. He thought they may be the key to getting his Guardian Sentinels to start duplicating again. He also wanted them for another reason: Power. These fragments have been known, or atleast speculated to hold power beyond imagination. Whether it be in weapon form, in the form of information, or having interesting affects on it's surroundings. With enough fragments, Zendichez thought he could bring order to the galaxy, and peace along with it.
Jet awoke to a knock at his door and slowly got up and walked over blaster in hand. He opened to door and noticed a small letter on the floor and he looked around suspiciously. "What the..." He said to himself and picked it up. He sat down at his small table and read it over, "YES!" Jet exclaimed. The letter was for a secret whale hunt conducted every 50 years and Jet was chosen to be a harpooner. Jet then noticed however that he was super tired and drudges back to bed and jumped onto it, he was alseep in less than a minute.
"Why are you here?" A voice said from behind a then fifteen year old Walker. Walker turned to see a Korvax priest standing at the top of a balcony, a whole floor up the Temple.
Walker shrugged and looked around, making sure no one was watching. He turned back to the priest, "I heard you could teach me to fight."
"That's not why you've come. There are billions of masters who can teach you combat across the galaxy. I do not teach liers. Why have you come?" The priest responded sternly.
Walker bit his lip, squinting at the priest as the bright blue sun shone in his eyes. "There's not much else to tell you. I'm poor, weak, and I need to know how to defend myself."
The lights from the Korvax priest's mask turned red. In a swift movement, he vaulted over the edge of the balcony, gracefully falling with a long red cape flowing behind him. He landed on his feet without making a sound. Just as swiftly, he was in Walker's face, the red lights analysing Walker. "Defend yourself from what?" The priest asked, "Street thugs who pick on you because of size? Is that all you see yourself as? A peasant?"
Walker did not back down, "That's all I know."
"You don't want to learn to fight. You want something greater." The priest said, "You don't know what it is but I've seen it in your soul, just as we've seen it in countless other souls."
Walker scoffed, "What are you talking about?"
"Fight me." The priest said. He stepped away and stood in a quite strange stance, balancing on one leg and extending both arms in opposite directions.
"Excuse me?" Responded Walker with surprise.
"You have ten seconds before I incapacitate you." Said the priest, "You must stop me from doing so."
Walker took three of those seconds to process what he had been told, then he figured he'd go for it. He threw a clumsy, poorly aimed punch at the priest, who, without Walker having realized what had happened, pressed down a pressure point in Walker's neck, causing the young man to pass out.
Everything is as it is, but almost nothing is as it seems.
"Why are you here?" Asked Amarul, the commander on this particular Vy'Keen station. He was the largest of the soldiers, his long neck was thick with muscles, and his jaw was probably one of the bigger ones he's seen on the Vy'Keen warriors. Scars of all kinds shown all over his exposed neck and face, a veteran of perhaps hundreds of battles. Vy'Keen had always been hard to kill.
Walker looked around, taking in his surroundings. Vy'Keen guards stood in all corners of the room, watching intently at Walker. He shrugged, "To sell multitools so I will no longer be here."
"Don't lie to me!" Amarul barked, "I recognized your puny human face as soon as I saw you, Walker, traitor of General Deruk'shal and the Vy'Keen!"
Walker sighed, "Why does everyone assume I'm lying? I don't lie. Look, I know you're angry, but if-"
Loudly, Amarul stood, "ANGRY?! Don't talk to me as if I'm alone in anger! All of my kin want you DEAD, do you hear me? DEAD!! If I were without honor I would cast you into the void at this moment!"
Walker began lightly tapping the side of his thigh nervously as he saw the guards around him raise their multitools toward him. He bit his lip, thinking carefully about his reply. "You wouldn't understand. I know you wouldn't but-"
"I UNDERSTAND YOU'RE A TRAITOR AND A COWARD!!" Roared Amarul.
Walker rolled his eyes, "May I speak? Please? Were you there, Commander? When the Armada attacked?"
Amarul growled lowly, "You question my honor?"
"No- Damn it, you Vy'Keen are so- No. Listen, you weren't there, I'm not saying you didn't want to be there, even though I wouldn't have if I were you, but you weren't." Walker said, frustrated with the difficult Commander, "They would have slaughtered all the Vy'Keen there. So I made a deal with the Armadan attack force; the death of Daruk'Shal for the lives of the Vy'Keen that resided there."
This didn't make Amarul feel any different, Walker didn't think so but he had to try. "They were press-gained into the Armada's ranks! They could have joined Hirk in glorious battle!" Amarul roared.
"No, they would have joined him in inglorious massacre. Thousands of innocent Vy'Keen lives would have been lost. Instead one was lost. The Vy'Keen stationed there surrendered due to the death of Daruk'Shal as I predicted." Walker responded.
Amarul fell silent. He stood for a few seconds and said, "You are a coward. The General trusted you, a human! I suppose you took your riches and ran?"
Walker shrugged, "I'm Walker. I didn't get the reputation as the most dangerous coward in the galaxy for nothing."
Amarul stepped forward, into Walker's face. He could smell the Vy'Keen commander's musk. "Not as dangerous as you think, I suspect." Amarul growled. "Hirk will decide your fate. After the next sleep cycle, we will have a trial. The accuser shall be me."
"Ah, shit." Walker said out loud. A trial meant that he would have to go against Amarul in hand to hand combat. Walker knew he wouldn't get out of this without getting seriously injured or dead.
"Take this filth away." Amarul commanded, and Walker was dragged to the cells.
Everything is as it is, but almost nothing is as it seems.
Ahl climbed into his ship and kicked the console. There was a loud string of *beep beep beep* followed by an image appearing in front of him. "Stupid Useless Idiotic Technology activated" The ships female voice stated as the main monitors and readouts powered on. Ahl smiled, "Alright S.U.I.T. give me a scan of the nearby systems. I'm looking for---" The ship cut him off with a loud warning "Spacial Anomaly Detected" Ahl rolled his eyes, "How is it they always know when I'm looking for them?"
Ahl launched off the planet and headed toward the anomaly. He docked his ship and said, "Keep the engines running, S.U.I.T. in case we need to leave in a hurry." He approached a large, circular door which slid upwards and out of his way. Inside the room Ahl saw 2 humanoid creatures, a Korvax with a shiny cape and a Gek wearing glasses that seemed to be fashioned from small ship windows. As Ahl approached the Korvax it turned to him and said, "Greeting: Welcome Ahleingui. Come you here... of your own choice?" Ahl gave a sigh, "You know why I'm here, Nada. I need some information about this letter," Ahl attempted to hand the letter to Nada but he waved it away. "Statement: Your connection to the void allows us... to predict your times of arrival... Query: How else would we have known to come to... this system now?" Nada pointed toward the Gek, "Advice: Polo will speak more on your letter... Go and see him." Nada returned to his console and began working again. As Ahl turned to approach Polo, Nada chimed in, "Further Advice: Remember, Ahleingui, it was... the void that allowed you here... and allowed for much more... you claim credit for." Ahl scoffed and approached Polo.
It makes perfect sense if you think about like a crazy person!
Polo smiled as Ahl approached, "Ahleingui, welcome! Have you anything for me from your past life?" He was always trying to gain extra knowledge on the various universes and found Ahl's predicament quite interesting.
"Nothing today, I'm afraid," Ahl said as he placed the letter in Polo's hand. "But maybe you could shed some light on this for me."
Polo frowned then sniffed the envelope. A wide grin crossed his face as he spoke, "Oh yes, why did you not say so?" He fumbled with the envelop and removed the written letter from within. He skimmed it over quickly and looked to Ahl, "For information like this, I may need something in return. How are you with spending a few weeks in a radioactive wasteland?" Without missing a beat, Ahl raised his blaster and pointed it right at Polo. The Gek gave a hearty laugh, "Fair enough, then a different prize you will win me. This letter is from an ancinet society of hunters who pride themselves, not only on the killing of the largest and rarest of beasts, but also on the honor and values of 'the hunt'. The Void Marauders is their name, if memory serves, and it seems as though you have been chosen for a chance at entry to their ranks." He paused and handed the letter back to Ahl, "That is contingent upon you surviving their hunt."
Ahl scratched his chin as he placed the envelope back into his pocket. "What manner of beast would we hunt for? And why would they have chosen me? I've not shown myself as much of a hunter."
Polo looked back to his Ipad and entered a few more lines of data, "I cannot say why you have been chosen, but you certainly played a key role in the overthrowing of the Armada. Perhaps they were watching," He narrowed his eyes and his voice became much sterner, "As for your prey, you will be chasing the legendary Void Whales. Beasts of the 4th dimension that enter our reality once every 50 years to fill their... well lets just call them lungs for your sake... with enough vacuum to sustain themselves as they swim across the void space between universes. This will be your target... and my payment." He touched Ahl's suit and a display appeared in Ahl's helmet. "I require no less than 20 weights of Void Whale blubber for my studies. Bring me this and you can keep the information I just bestowed upon you for free."
Ahl thought for a moment, "If I'm bringing you payment, how am I getting this for free?" But Polo simply smiled and waved Ahl away. Ahl gave a heavy sigh and nodded to both Polo and Nada. He returned to his ship and began mulling over which bar to hit up before the long trek toward the outer edge of the universe. "I wonder where Nomad (deustriplo) would be drinking right about now?"
It makes perfect sense if you think about like a crazy person!
Zendichez began his search for the fragments of the Atlas. He knew that the chances of him finding one were little to none, but he had to try.
Zendichez entered his Degawara S64 starship he had traded for a while back. He left the atmosphere of Raczicaio and did a system-wide scan to see if he could detect a new signal. And, while he did pick up 2 new signals, neither one of them were Atlas fragments. He thought it was worth a try.
Zendichez flew to the space-station in that system, and waved his Atlas Pass V2 that he recently bought using a stack of 250 Emeril in front of a door. He stepped through the now open door and saw his Gek friend Lermin sitting in one of the chairs, managing a mining robot exploring a cave in search of Gold, Aluminium, and Emeril.
"Lermin! Long time no see!" Zendichez said cheerfully, and in the language of the Gek.
"A long time indeed." Lermin replied. "Here to sell me something?" He said in a less exited tone.
"Hah, for once, no. I haven't heard from you in a while. I just wanted to make sure you were OK."
"Oh. Well in that case..." Lermin said as he let off a cloud of gas.
Zendichez took in a deep breath from his nose and said: "Wow. What scent is that? I've never smelt anything like it. It's fresh, spicy, and smells kind of like fire."
"That's a new smell I've been trying to perfect. It originally comes from when you cut open a type of vine my robot brought back from the Breyal-Fughra Jungle on Kherran-81b. I called the vine "Mhnram Vitis", and the scent "Mhnram Morning"." Lermin said to Zendichez.
"Cute name." Zendichez said, chuckling.
"Oh, I forgot that I have something to give you. A Korvax came here several sols ago and asked for me to give this to you." Lermin said as he handed Zendichez an Atlas Pass V3.
"You-You're kidding?? These are extremely rare! You do what this is, right?"
"Not really. Just looks like some kind of card to me." Lermin replied.
"Hm. Well, do you know why they gave this to me?" Zendichez asked Lermin.
"No. I am afraid I do not. But you can track their jump history to find where they've been."
"How exactly do I do that?" Zendichez asked.
"With this!" Lermin replied while taking a blueprint for a hyperdrive tracker off of a shelf and handing it to Zendichez.
Zendichez took the blueprint and bought the necessary materials to build it. And soon, he was on his way to find this mysterious Korvax.
The soldiers on the Vy'Keen station chanted as Walker was dragged out into the circle that was formed by the warriors. On the edge, Walker could see Jaime and Shawn spectating with two Vy'Keen guards standing on either side of them. Walker smiled and nodded at the two boys, who responded with continued looks of concern. Walker's magnetic cuffs were removed and he looked at his foe, Amarul, who stood opposite of him with his arms raised, receiving the cheers of his comrades. The chanting slowly died down as an elderly Vy'Keen dressed in a robe stepped out between Walker and Amarul. Some kind of priest of the Vy'Keen religion.
In the Vy'Keen language, the priest spoke, "Grah! Here we stand before the spirit of Hirk, to bring forth justice where justice is deserved! Who comes to accuse?"
Amarul stepped forward, "I commander Amarul of the Zanotah system, accuse the criminal known as Walker, of crimes that number closely to the stars, most notably the betrayal of my kin and murder of General Deruk'shal in the face of the enemy. He lives a life of cowardice and treachery, his only motivation, greed." The warriors were satisfied by Amarul's response. The dock was filled with the sound of stamping feet and Vy'keen voices chanting "Grah!"
The priest looked toward Walker without changing his expression, "You stand accused of these crimes. Before the spirit of Hirk, how do you respond?"
Walker knew how this worked. If he pleaded guilty they'd execute him, if he pleaded innocent they would have him fight Amarul to the death to see who was right. It was brutal, but it was better than being put on trial by the Geks. "Uh... I'm innocent?" Walker said. The warriors began shouting angrily at Walker, calling him a coward and other things that Walker ignored.
"Then the spirit of Hirk shall decide who is correct! Through combat, we shall see." The priest said, as he backed off the feild. The warriors cheered, Amarul once again raised his arms to receive the moral support he was being given, the two boys stood silently watching Walker, while Walker sat down, closed his eyes, and began meditating as his teacher had him do years ago.
Amarul was an extremely experienced fighter, he would adapt to Walker's movements. Walker also knew he needed to conserve energy when possible, as he would need to be physically able if he was going to pull off a fatal blow. His maneuverability was his best asset. Vy'Keen were slow, but they could crush a skull with a single strike so he would have to avoid getting hit in vital areas. Head, gut, legs, arms, heart, and lungs were going to be Amarul's target. Walker on the other hand, had one chance, and that was to break Amarul's neck. It was long and enough force could twist it, which is why he needed his energy. Perhaps well placed strikes to pressure points could do the trick in taking down his opponent, the main problem was that though Walker knew where the pressure points were, he never had the chance test them, and everything on the VyKeen body except for the head was protected by a thick layer of muscle and fat so there was no guarantee that a strike from a human, which is vastly weaker than a Vy'Keen warrior, would have any effect. He needed to apply force enough to effect his enemy's focus... but wait. Vy'Keen were humanoid, so that means there would be similarities between him and a Vy'Keen in basic anatomy so... Walker knew what to do.
All of this was thought of in a span of two seconds, and when Walker opened his eyes, he saw Amarul, not more than five feet away, charging Walker. Once his foe was in position, Walker struck with all of his force into his target area. He knew he would be ridiculed by the Vy'Keen for doing this, he knew it would further tarnish his honor in the eyes of the warriors but he didn't care. He was the most dangerous coward in the galaxy, and he held firm to that title. Walker struck fast and hard straight upward, directly in between Amarul's legs.
Everything is as it is, but almost nothing is as it seems.
Nomad drained his cup in one go and waved at the ToilGek behind the bar for a refill. He had been hitting several systems and planets that the Armada used as safe havens looking for those that had left the flotilla just before the final confrontation with the High Council. After these long months trawling back to the Outer Edges of the Galaxy many had returned willingly to join back with their comrades whilst others had started fashioning little kingdoms anywhere the found space to plunder and exploit weaker systems. He drank the grog on offer here and tried to ignore the smells the small Gek was emitting that spoke of his fear. Gek traders hated nothing more than pirates. And to think the Gek had once enslaved the Korvax and during their dominion of the Galaxy according to ancient tales.
The Armada was slowly but surely recovering from the events of the Bloodshed Uprising. Some amongst the ranks were even talking about chasing rumours and try and track some of the pieces of the Atlas that were rumoured to have been scattered across the Galaxy after he had killed both Councils. Across the cosmos factions and powers were stirring on their quest for power. Some rumours of sightings of Atlas pieces were starting to circulate but for now there was no real confirmation anyone had claimed any. Nomad absentely scratched a scar on his face looking at the Gek and asking for more grog. Just than Ahl walked in the bar.
See you all around the orbit of some dark strange star!!!
Amarul roared at the impact, undoubtedly his pain was excruciating. He threw a blow blindly toward Walker's location, who dodged accordingly. Amarul's pain would make him more clumsy for a few cycles, Walker predicted. Walker rolled gracefully onto his feet, almost seeming to not touch the ground. Amarul reassumed a solid fighting stance. Amarul's rage and his pain were Walker's advantage, Amarul's was his experience and strength. Walker needed to stay out of the way of any blow Amarul attempted to throw.
The two circled each other, Walker took light, deliberate steps, whilst Amarul was hulking, heavy, and intimidating. Neither seemed to wanted to make the next move. Walker was waiting for a mistake from Amarul, and Amarul realized he had underestimated the training and wit of his opponent.
The crowd was roaring, cheering on Amarul and encouraging him to rip the dishonorable human in half. That would come, Amarul thought to himself, squinting at the extreme pain between his legs, soon. For now he needed to study what his opponent was using, so he may counter his attacks. By Walker's stance and movement, that being turned to the side, his left facing Amarul, arms outstretched in either direction with the tips of his fingers pointed forward, Amarul concluded the human was using a Korvax fighting stle. Typical that the Convergence Monks on those Hurk-Forsaken Korvax controlled planets would teach a deceitful human their ways. If the human was in fact trained by a Korvax master, that said master would have information on how to effectively defeat all four races, at least when he wasn't fighting a master. Amarul knew that experienced human fighters often lied, their movement would say one thing but their strikes would say another. Expect everything, that was one thing you could expect from the humans. They also broke like twigs for kindling. Amarul only needed to land a blow, or better yet, grab hold of the coward.
Realizing Amarul wasn't going to make a move, Walker reassumed his meditative position. Amarul stood where he was, Walker knew the warrior would never let his guard down. Walker needed only to provide distraction to get out of this mess. The problem was, the current situation did lower the chances of that scenario taking place. No matter, he might as well continue planning a win while those cards were still on the table.
Amarul was now patient, and was going to try to predict Walker's movements. It was stupid of Walker to assume a traditional Korvax fighting stance, he could see in Amarul's eyes that the experienced warrior recognized the style. Walker sighed and looked up at the Vy'Keen Commander, who hadn't moved. Walker would have to use an old human technique from a dead Earth religion called "Buddhist," and one that probably hadn't been used in battle for quite some time. Walker was no master at this technique, but Amarul wouldn't recognize the attack. It was a gamble, but it would confuse the commander.
Walker stood, and assumed the position that his Teacher had called "Crane," which was supposed to be some kind of bird. Walker positioned himself on one leg, knee pointed upwards, finger tips facing the ground. Amarul watched intently, with concern.
Using his leg that was planted on the ground, Walker jumped forward, a little more clumsy than his Teacher would have liked. In any case, his confusion tactic worked. Amarul, though not sure how to counter it, blocked the attack, Walker used his momentum to launch a flurry of attacks on Amarul's head. Some landed, but not as precisely as he wanted. Amarul's adaptability came into play. He eventually caught a kick from Walker, and threw him across the room like a doll.
It wasn't the impact of the floor that hurt as much as the fact that his humorous popped out of place as he was being thrown. "Ah, damn." Walker said with pain in his voice, he looked up to see Amarul approaching him. Walker quickly did as his Teacher had trained him and popped the bone back into place. It wouldn't work as well for awhile, but it'd work. Walker stood and reassumed a new fighting stance he felt Amarul didn't know.
For two hours the two traded blows, the fight picking up and then calming down as the two recuperated. Neither were getting anywhere, Walker was being too cautious, and Amarul seemed to be made of stone in every way.
It was during a series of blows that the crowd seemed to get more excited than usual. Almost fearful. Walker and Amarul looked at the crowd, and Walker found that Jaime had disappeared, Shawn the place he had stood next to Shawn was now empty. On second glance, Walker noticed that his ship's weapons were active making a deep humming sound, and pointing toward the crowd.
Jaime's voice came over the ship's audio projection, "This ends. If it doesn't, everyone on this ship dies."
There was a long silence, save the deep whispers of Vy'Keen that sounded more like snarls. Then Amarul began to laugh, a deep, throaty laugh. Then the other Vy'Keen slowly but surely joined in.
"You are a human child. A weak human child! Lucky you are so small!" Amarul barked.
"And lucky my ship is so quiet. It's amazing. I love it. It also has Forty Eight storage units!" Walker said jokingly. This was a failsafe that Walker had had in place this entire time. He honestly didn't think it'd work, but it did. It seems little Jaime snuck passed the towering Vy'Keen warriors who were probably to big and bulky to notice someone so small weaving through them.
"Shut up." Amarul replied.
Walker shrugged, "You did good, kid!" He called out, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got places to go, so-" He began to walk away when Amarul roughly grabbed his shoulder.
"Oh, no no no n-" Amarul began when the ship's gun fired into the wall on the far side of the hangar behind Amarul. An explosion ensued and the alarm lights began flashing red on the ceiling. The Vy'Keen warriors, mostly recruits, began to panic, Amarul looked at the ship with silent amazement, and with some respect at the child's bravery.
"Let him go." Jaime said.
Amarul looked at Walker and said in a low, hateful voice, "The spirit of Hirk always extracts his vengeance one way or another."
"He's not extracting it today." Walker said. He grabbed Shawn and pulled him to the ship. As the door closed, Walker gave the Vy'Keen a rude gesture. They responded in kind with roars and curses.
Walker made his way to the cockpit and looked at Jaime, "You know. I love the anti-climactic. It always works out for me." He then realized, "Shit! The warp cells!"
Jaime looked at Walker, "That's what took me so long."
Walker looked at the kid with admiration, this was one special individual. "Well, that works." He said, "Let's get the hell out of here."
Everything is as it is, but almost nothing is as it seems.
It had been two days since the Atlas exploded. The memory replayed in Fennec's mind over and over again. The pure darkness, the desperation, the spasm Auraxis had to deliver one final message: a way off the massive station. She had fallen to the floor, completely shut down. No soft, red glow, nothing. Then she awoke again, her physical self shaking violently, the holographic particles swarmed around her at speed. She said nothing, she only forced her way into Fennec's mind and showed him a way through the maze of the Atlas, back to their ships. After that, Auraxis lay dormant, or dead. She made no indication that she was nothing more than broken piece of technology. Scanners didn't even pick up her energy signature, that was off the charts before. Fennec feared the worse for her, still, he carried her around, hoping she would suddenly awake and direct him and the others out of the desert.
It was a massive expanse of sand stretching as far, and still further, than the eye could see. Located on a planet that Gakshok, the only Gek of the group, had promised was peppered with Gek settlements. They had yet to find one that wasn't abandoned recently. The residents probably dispersed when faced with the threat of the Armada as this system would have inevitably been hit if the Armadans had moved on. It was one of the closest systems to the center that there were, it twas the quickest warp the group could make. When they got out of the Atlas, the energy from the massive explosion that ensued broke much of the systems on their ship. The energy of the warp broke the rest. They were forced to emergency, or crash land, on this Murray-Forsaken sea of nothing.
Still, they had hope yet to find someone. Anyone, really. Not EVERYONE would have left this planet, and Gakshok was sure the next settlement would have some population.
"Over the dunes we go, humans." He said between tired breaths, "Stop complaining so much, at least you don't have to so this on my legs."
"Yeah, well. Your coolant is better than ours." Fennec quipped, he then looked at Elevation, "still not nearly as good as military boy, over here..
Elevation shrugged, "Not my fault you have sub-par equipment."
"Aren't you supposed to keep me alive?" Fennec asked, "Like, share coolant, or something?" Elevation responded with a chuckle and continued on.
After a few more hours of walking, they came across a flat rock that they could rest on, Finn (ProxyFox) decided it to be a good place to rest for the night. Gakshok agreed, "Wouldn't want to rest on these sands." He said, "It goes down for miles, no telling what kind of creatures reside there."
Fennec had started to take a liking to Amelia, Finn's green haired friend. She was pretty, clever, and fierce. She did seem to have had recent issues with someone else so Fennec didn't want to pry. She also didn't seem to display much interest in Fennec, to his silent dismay.
In any case, he didn't hesitate to make at least casual smalltalk with her, as he did that night. "So, how's being an engineer for space whalers?" He asked.
"Interesting," She said, lightly nodding her head, "You'd be surprised at how much they complain about sh*t they don't understand."
"Well, you get this a lot, 'my ship isn't going at the speed I want. Can you make it faster?' Like, what? The model of ship you have won't support any jump drives better than the ones you got!"
"I thought space whalers were supposed to be wealthy?"
"You're either rich or poor when you do that kind of work, now days." She said. "I knew one of the best space whalers ever, once..." Her voice trailed off. She was thinking about that guy (Jet LarkSong), Fennec could tell. She didn't say anything to him after that, so Fennec went to sleep.
His dreams were filled with memories, as usual.
The next morning, they woke to the ground shaking. Gakshok was already up, his beak sniffed the air.
"Is that a quake?" Finn asked.
Gakshok shook his head. "No."
"What is it?" Fennec asked.
"Something worse than a quake." The Gek responded, "Amelia, you still got land disrupters?"
"Yeah, two." She said.
"You a good shot?" The Gek asked.
"One of the best," She said a-matter-of-factly. Fennec admired her confidence.
"Hey, Gakshok." Finn said with urgency, "What is it?"
"Worms that burrow beneath the sands of this region." Gakshok said, "They usually do not come so close to the surface, but the residents of this planet hunted a bit greedily, forcing these worms to hunt closer upwards."
"That's just great," Elevation said, "I suppose we're breakfast?"
"So it would seem." Gakshok replied.
Everything is as it is, but almost nothing is as it seems.