Sii Ruvii
25-06-2004, 02:19
OOC: Yeah, I'm just starting, and if some of you older space nations I've observed going around might like to help me out on this, then it would be much appreciated.
IC:
A shrill chirping split the air, followed by a few low squeals. Above the party's heads, the steady sounds of clawed feet on their hull pacing back and forth could be heard, and every now and then a sharp clang as something smashed it's body against a part of the hull, trying to find a weak panel to tear up and crawl through.
Men were running inside the cold, steel capsule which held them from the predators on the outside. The armory at the far end of the ship held all of the marines' weapons, but was also one of the weakest points all over the ship. Above the heads of the panicked men, another loud crash split the air and a dying hum came from within the bowels of the ship. The main power had been cut and the emergency lighting slowly came on. Someone had broken down and was lying on the floor, whispering to himself over the din of the noise.
Several minutes of panicked running brought several of the marines to the armory door, and one of them started fumbling with several key cards within his vest, which he pulled out and started sliding madly into the electronic lock. Above head, the sound of claws on metal was growing louder. The door opened, and numerous guns shined in the dim emergency lights of the armory. He quickly reached out and started handing rifles to his comrades, who quickly pointed them up at the ceiling.
When the last man had received his rifle, everyone stood still. The sound of blood rushing through their heads died down, and truly let them now just how quiet it was in the ship. The noise above their heads almost instinctively stopped. Off in the distance, another loud bang could be heard.
One of the men began to step back away from the group, backing into a corner, shaking from the fear that know turned his intestine. He closed his eyes, and began to pray silently, unaware of the predator sliding open the panel above his head. Silently and stealthily, one of them slipped into the narrow room in the shadows, behind his praying target. A sharp crack split the air, and the marines turned around firing blindly into the darkness where their friend had been. His carcass had been flung limply into a wall, where his back had snapped on a strut. Standing in it's place was a reptilian shadow, which quickly darted across the room as the men chased it with fire.
A crash split the room, and another one broke through the ceiling, landing with it's claws bared straight into two of the men's backs. In one fell swoop, it turned itself, snapping another's back with it's heavy muscular tail, leaving it face to face with it's next target. It opened it's jaws and felt the warm taste of blood on it's tongue.
As the man in it's jaws fell limp, the creature turned around and looked at it's comrade, who had taken several rounds to the hide. Nothing too serious, only a wounded leg.
"Are you alright?" it chirped softly in it's tongue.
"Damn humans shot me!!! Do you honestly think I'm alright? It's bad enough we didn't even get any captors. The Council will have our heads," it squealed. "On that note, entirely abandoned human vessels won't go unnoticed... and judging by the preparedness and skill of those on board, we'll have the military in this sector. Either that, or a group of diplomats. The Council won't enjoy this, not at all."
"True... Yes, they've been here for some time, as well, so a distress call..."
"...probably got out," it finished in a series of intricate clicks. "What are your further orders, Chieftan?"
"Gather the spoils, and find the others down in the engine room and storage bays to assist you. And if you come across anything alive, pin it down and wait for me. We'll decide from there. You know that this was supposed to be a fuel raid and that we need to card those humans back."
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"You did what?!" a loud, shrill cry split the small under-water chamber where several Iritha of the Council had gathered for discussion. "You wasted fuel? Do you know how much we need energy at this moment?"
"Honour Errack, it was out of necessity. We would have lost one of our more skilled warriors if we had tried to capture the lot of them."
"You realize we are in a severe crisis as it is, Chieftan. We need power for our weapons, our tools, our vast cities beneath the oceans and above the grounds. And here you are, conducting a failed raid."
"I wouldn't say it failed, Honour Errack... we did seize an entire ship. That should hold sufficient fuel to equate to the entire crew. Apparently, this vessel has significantly more power in it than others... we assessed this, and we're guessing it has that much because... well, Honour, it was either a military or diplomatic vessel," the Chieften whined softly.
"Military? Diplomatic? Do you realize the potential repercussions?! Get out of the chamber. The Council and I need to debate what's happened here."
http://www.dipps.co.jp/other/0307_jurassic/img/velociraptor.gif
A Sii Ruvii Warrior Chieftan
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OOC: General premise for this: these aliens pretty much harvest human life to serve as an energy source for everything, and so to that end, they attack human vessels coming into their airspace or onto their planet or waters, and have rather managed to maintain an invisible society. They are amphibious, but generally among ethnic groups, they prefer to live in different areas. There are three castes: Iritha, the arbitors who are primarily aquatic, the Ture-Raq, labour caste, which dwells in the trees, and the Sii Ruvii warriors who are the most numerous and dwell on flat, open land.
Aye, so if somebody would care to jump in, I would be much obliged. :D
IC:
A shrill chirping split the air, followed by a few low squeals. Above the party's heads, the steady sounds of clawed feet on their hull pacing back and forth could be heard, and every now and then a sharp clang as something smashed it's body against a part of the hull, trying to find a weak panel to tear up and crawl through.
Men were running inside the cold, steel capsule which held them from the predators on the outside. The armory at the far end of the ship held all of the marines' weapons, but was also one of the weakest points all over the ship. Above the heads of the panicked men, another loud crash split the air and a dying hum came from within the bowels of the ship. The main power had been cut and the emergency lighting slowly came on. Someone had broken down and was lying on the floor, whispering to himself over the din of the noise.
Several minutes of panicked running brought several of the marines to the armory door, and one of them started fumbling with several key cards within his vest, which he pulled out and started sliding madly into the electronic lock. Above head, the sound of claws on metal was growing louder. The door opened, and numerous guns shined in the dim emergency lights of the armory. He quickly reached out and started handing rifles to his comrades, who quickly pointed them up at the ceiling.
When the last man had received his rifle, everyone stood still. The sound of blood rushing through their heads died down, and truly let them now just how quiet it was in the ship. The noise above their heads almost instinctively stopped. Off in the distance, another loud bang could be heard.
One of the men began to step back away from the group, backing into a corner, shaking from the fear that know turned his intestine. He closed his eyes, and began to pray silently, unaware of the predator sliding open the panel above his head. Silently and stealthily, one of them slipped into the narrow room in the shadows, behind his praying target. A sharp crack split the air, and the marines turned around firing blindly into the darkness where their friend had been. His carcass had been flung limply into a wall, where his back had snapped on a strut. Standing in it's place was a reptilian shadow, which quickly darted across the room as the men chased it with fire.
A crash split the room, and another one broke through the ceiling, landing with it's claws bared straight into two of the men's backs. In one fell swoop, it turned itself, snapping another's back with it's heavy muscular tail, leaving it face to face with it's next target. It opened it's jaws and felt the warm taste of blood on it's tongue.
As the man in it's jaws fell limp, the creature turned around and looked at it's comrade, who had taken several rounds to the hide. Nothing too serious, only a wounded leg.
"Are you alright?" it chirped softly in it's tongue.
"Damn humans shot me!!! Do you honestly think I'm alright? It's bad enough we didn't even get any captors. The Council will have our heads," it squealed. "On that note, entirely abandoned human vessels won't go unnoticed... and judging by the preparedness and skill of those on board, we'll have the military in this sector. Either that, or a group of diplomats. The Council won't enjoy this, not at all."
"True... Yes, they've been here for some time, as well, so a distress call..."
"...probably got out," it finished in a series of intricate clicks. "What are your further orders, Chieftan?"
"Gather the spoils, and find the others down in the engine room and storage bays to assist you. And if you come across anything alive, pin it down and wait for me. We'll decide from there. You know that this was supposed to be a fuel raid and that we need to card those humans back."
-
"You did what?!" a loud, shrill cry split the small under-water chamber where several Iritha of the Council had gathered for discussion. "You wasted fuel? Do you know how much we need energy at this moment?"
"Honour Errack, it was out of necessity. We would have lost one of our more skilled warriors if we had tried to capture the lot of them."
"You realize we are in a severe crisis as it is, Chieftan. We need power for our weapons, our tools, our vast cities beneath the oceans and above the grounds. And here you are, conducting a failed raid."
"I wouldn't say it failed, Honour Errack... we did seize an entire ship. That should hold sufficient fuel to equate to the entire crew. Apparently, this vessel has significantly more power in it than others... we assessed this, and we're guessing it has that much because... well, Honour, it was either a military or diplomatic vessel," the Chieften whined softly.
"Military? Diplomatic? Do you realize the potential repercussions?! Get out of the chamber. The Council and I need to debate what's happened here."
http://www.dipps.co.jp/other/0307_jurassic/img/velociraptor.gif
A Sii Ruvii Warrior Chieftan
-
OOC: General premise for this: these aliens pretty much harvest human life to serve as an energy source for everything, and so to that end, they attack human vessels coming into their airspace or onto their planet or waters, and have rather managed to maintain an invisible society. They are amphibious, but generally among ethnic groups, they prefer to live in different areas. There are three castes: Iritha, the arbitors who are primarily aquatic, the Ture-Raq, labour caste, which dwells in the trees, and the Sii Ruvii warriors who are the most numerous and dwell on flat, open land.
Aye, so if somebody would care to jump in, I would be much obliged. :D