NationStates Jolt Archive

All humans aboard the cruiser, Morningstar, seemed quite unnerved by two particular things as they approached their homeworld of Earth. Firstly, they had just aquired the recently discovered substance, Biolice and were transporting it back to Sith-Morden. There was no knowing who might have been watching them and who was willing to kill for this substance.

Biolice is something extremely unique and was discovered deep within the ice shelves of Pluto. The substance in its natural state is a liquid, yet it is also a living being. It has the capacity for action and reaction and even remote intelligence. There is also something very odd about Biolice. It doesn't appear to have any natural freezing point, not even absolute zero. And yet the substance can shift forms of matter at will between solid, liquid and gas. Scientists of the Empire Corporation (EC) have not been able to explain this ability, but they intend to find out.

Secondly, the menacing cyborg Fulgore (http://groups.msn.com/WeatheredImagination/assingtonspics.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=178) was onboard. Being the latest creation of the EC, Fulgore was a completely obedient, merciless, unrelenting and fearsome machine. Much more machine than human, Fulgore stood at 7ft tall and weighed around 160kg. He was covered entirely in thick, black plated armour and possessed two diamond claws on either hand. There was no expression upon his face, merely armour and a visor for vision. Fulgore remained silent on the trip as all his immediate objectives were complete, yet his presence still caused unnease.

It wouldn't be long before the ship landed upon EC HQ in Sith-Morden and everyone could exit the ship, and get away from the cyborg. The pilots announced the entry of earth's atmosphere and continued upon their designated craft, enduring the bumpy reentry.

"This is Sith-Mordenian cruiser Morningstar, announcing reentry path. We are heading to Sith-Morden and shall be passing through these sectors: B54, H86, O99 and V73. Please note we are a transport vessel and shall do not pose any threats to other nation sovereignty."

Static replied over the radio, confusing the pilots slightly. All readings were clear, yet static plagued their reciever. Before the pilots could discern what was going on, several alarms erupted into panic, alerting the pilots of impending projectiles.

Caught completely off guard, the pilots could do nothing but watch in horror as both pulse engines were ravaged by plasma torpedos, completely disabling the craft's ability of flight. Alarms now rang all over the ship as it began a plunged towards the solid ground below them. People started screaming as the ship gained velocity and power began to fail. Before all was lost, the pilots initiated the passenger safety procedures.

Vents opened and a clear jelly like substance began pouring into all compartmens of the ship. The idea of this substance was to prevent passengers from being killed by trauma of the force as the ship crashed. The substance kept them still and absorbed shock, allowing a relatively safe landing, if one could call a crash safe.

With all passengers safely 'jellied', the pilots engaged their own protection and merely awaited the impending impact. Autopilot controls attempted to lengthen out the plunge so the craft came to a sliding land, yet too much damage had been caused. Finally the craft made impact, the nose slamming headfirst into the centre of a large desert, crumpling the craft for several feet before it fell forward and came to a rest upon the roof.

The noise caused by such an impact rocked the earth for several kilometres, yet no one seemed to be present to hear. And so the Morningstar lay in rest for up to an hour, until automatic procedures ejected the safety jelly from the craft.

The crew were all startled and quite slow to react, yet one being was intent on what needed to be done. A dim light in Fulgore's visor activated as he stood to attention and moved directly for the Biolice containment room. The shuddering clank of his footsteps grabbed everyone's attention as he withdrew the Biolice from the ship fridge and opened a containment section within his torso, placing the Biolice within himself.

The other crew members understood his objective now... protect the Biolice. Beginning to gain their wits once again, all those onboard salvaged what they could and made their way out of the ship to discover the desert before them... and the faint buzzing of large vehicles some distance away, approaching.
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OOC: Alrighty, this is fairly open. Future tech but nothing too out there. There are positions open for crew members, those approaching the crash(hint: they are not friendly) and anything else that could fit in.

If any of you are familiar with the game Killer Instinct Gold, well that is my Fulgore character. Obviously I've given him a different story but most abilities are the same.

Bump

~Tagg

OOC: Anymore interest?

The armoured convoy of six massive vehicles charged towards the crash site of the Morningstar. Radio confirmation had been made, informing the land party that the ship containing Biolice had been shot down and landed somewhere in the desert. It was now up to the ground crew to dispose of the crew and retrieve the Biolice.

Each vehicle was several metres long, completely decked out in moderately thick steel plating and ran on tracks. Although they couldn't move too quickly, they each carried a small armoury and about ten men. With over sixty men in total, there wouldn't be much trouble involved with retrieving what they were looking for, getting out of the country and getting paid.

The Morningstar was barely coming into view and would be reached within a few minutes. All the mercs grinned as they contemplated their share of the money.
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Fulgore remained still for several moments before something began flashing within his digital mind. His satellite uplink was pouring its latest information directly into his brain. The company had decided that Fulgore would benefit from having a satellite tagging him whilst on Earth, it would give him a tactical advantage in some cases and could even be fitted with a specialised weapons platform. Unfortunately the weapons weren't in commission yet, but surveillence-wise, all was well.

Stepping forward, the other humans fell silent as they watched the metallic menace move out from the ship. Several metre's out, Fulgore's visor took a red hue as a thick beam of light shot forth and began cutting through the dirt. The cyborg continued to cut this ditch, all the way around the ship. Within minutes there was a ditch of about 45cm depth surrounding the entire ship.

Now standing at the ready, Fulgore sent the relevant data to the ship computer. Within seconds another crew member burst out of the ship, screaming at the others.

"Guys, we've got six big vehicles heading our way. Shit, I can hear them already. Grab weapons, we don't know what this will entail."

The others scrambled into action whilst Fulgore merely waited, powering up his weapons systems...

OOC: Come on... it isn't that bad!

OOC: Someone.... reply!

Thriss Narumm got off the ground and brushed himself off as the earth seemed to shake following the crash of spaceship. Darn Spacecraft, he thought. [I]Always making so much noise. I had better go see what this is about.[I]

Thriss was a Desert Nomad about the age of twenty-nine, and a notorious one at that. He wore a widebrimmed hat and a modified gas mask designed to preserve as much water as possible from his breath. His clothes were made of simpe tan and yellow cloth, and he was extremly skilled at disappearing into the sand when he needed to.

Thriss carried an extensive amount of equiptment. In addition to his water mask, he also carried a pair of crude binoculars and other nessacary desert gear. His weapons were numerous;Hidden daggers, a dusty Mac-10, a few pistols, and, his favorite weapon, a Gewehr-43 Semi-Automatic Rifle. He was highly skilled with all of his weapons. He also had many other suprising desert tricks up his sleeves.

Thriss approached the fallen spacecraft cautiously and looked through his binoculars. As he expected, he saw a large group of crash survivors milling around the site. There was one thing that caught his eye, however. A huge metal behomoth was clearly visable in the burning heat. Thriss gulped. He thought it might be best if he dissapeared.

Suddenly, the ground rumbled again. Thriss hefted his binoculars back to his eyes, and caught sight of what looked like a convoy of trucks in the distance. Thriss thought a moment, then decided to stay put. This might turn interesting after all.

The convoy finally arrived, halting one hundred metres back from the trench, which was now lightly covered in sand and almost unnoticable from such a distance. The mercenaries watched with stern faces as the crew members stood before their downed craft, all of them armed with some sort of projectile weapon. It was obvious this crew were not experienced warriors, save for perhaps one or two. Yet even the rag-tag mercenaries looked more professional and intimidating.

Nevertheless, the crew would stand tall and defent their cargo, especially with the aid of Fulgore. Without the cyborg's aid, they would be dead already. The crew remained stationed behind makeshift barricades whilst Fulgore stood forward and met the glare of the mercenaries. For several moments they watched eachother, the mercs confused as to what this beast was and could do.

Finally the merc leader emerged from the lead vehicle and began barking orders to his men in a husky voice. This was the moment Fulgore had been waiting for. Their leader was identified and within range. A single beam of red light exploded out of Fulgore's visor and plunged through the heart of the merc leader, causing him to drop to the desert ground, dead before he hit the scorching sand.

Several seconds passed before the mercs realised what had happened and began unleashing a barrage of bullets towards Fulgore. Unknown to them, Fulgore's armour was impervious to such projectiles and so he raised clawed arms, unleashing his own electric plasma blasts towards the enemy. The crew reacted by unleashing their own attacks. The firefight had begun.

OOC: I'm just going to assume that these species were introduced to earth via shipping of some sort and evolved to concious beings. If anyone has a problem with this post just tell me and I can delete or edit it to fit the story better.

Raimo caught a spiral of rising air and rode it to high above the crash site of the Morningstar. His body was roughly the same shape as a manta ray and his species, Quanskans, were native to the desert. Or more correctly, didn't remember living anywhere else. Raimo detected something with his sixth sense and instantly shifted his vision to the strange metal creature as the battle under him ensued. Something was inside this metallic beast that could possibly be of use to the colony. He positioned himself with a few flaps to get better feedback from the braanacle, an enhancer on his boney forehead. "Yep" he thought "no doubt about it that is some interesting stuff."

Quanskans always travelled in mated pairs and Raimo was no exception. Raimo let out the warning series of clicks and noises only a creature with two windpipes can create. He knew the call would travel for miles and he settled in to wait for a reply from his partner to the west.

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Beltriss flicked both her tails impatiently. She had been looking for this "crashed ship" for almost a ninepulse and was quickly becoming bored and hoped that her mate was doing better. After another pulse or two she heard the warning call from her companion and flapped off in the sounds direction, immediately locating the source with her three ears. After a few short moments of flying she met up with Raimo and let out a short greeting burst from her right and then left windpipe. Raimo did the same and they began to circle the site together.

"Beltriss" said Raimo. "I have found something interesting. Point your braanacle at that metal creature down there."

She did and noticed the strange pulsing coming from the beast. This suprised her to the point that she had to make a few extra flaps because she forgot to take one. Beltriss looked around and noted that the battle was coming close to an end as the ships crew, with help from the robot, destroyed most of the mercenaries.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" she said and flipped her tails in the wind as she began to circle downwards toward the ship. Raimo was close on her tail.