NationStates Jolt Archive

(UA broadcast after introduction)
We need more people to help us explore DGP. Any technology will belong to us of course, but will be shared with those who help. Combat is possible, even likely as Exp. Group B-12 went missing a few days ago.

Does anyone care?

Why must you all spurn my attempts?

Forgive us for our ignorance but Kreyharnor is a small nation. What exactly do you mean when you say "DGP"?

Delta Green Prime. A planet with ancient stuctures. Very cold.

Intruiging.... And how will the exploration assist Kreyharnor, should we indeed assist?

Technology, financial benefits etc.

We see... Kreyharnor will assist in the exploration of your planet. If you will, would it be possible to request allies to assist in the exploration.

(OOC: How would we do this? Sorry, Im just really new to the game.)

Yes. And just play as your team leader. When you reach DGP transmit the following docking code: 77XC56@

OOC: No, what I meant was are we going to play in the forum or over telegram or what?

OOC: Here. And please be prompt as i must go soon.

The Arktos requesting docking. Code: 77X56@

Your pilot guides your ship down onto the landing pad. A voice comes over your speakers "Please head straight to Admin."

Commodoor Faley and his leftenant exit the ship and stare in wonder at their surroundings as they walk to the admin desk. "Commodoor Faley, of the Royal Navey, requesting orders." Faley says to what looks to be the man in charge at admin.

The short grey responds "Welcome to DGP. If you are here for trade take the left corridor. For military reasons take the right. And don't stay outside too long, it's -120 degrees celsius" (If thats more than absolute zero, then consider it absolute zero)

BUMP

"Thanks" says Faley as he and his leftenant takes the right coridoor.
"Commodoor, I dont like it here," says Lt. Juno Carra, the leftenant, "This place is weird... unatural."
"Well were on it now, Carra," said Faley "not much we can do exept find whatever's down here."
"Yes sir, I know,"
Eventually the straight narrow corridor takes them to a T intersection. The sign on the wall Reads: "<---- Recon/Intellegance Barracks---->"
The officers head left.

OOC: Sorry for the lateness, my internet was playing up.

Grey. Sterile. Unnatural. The base is all of those. As you walk through the door you see some enviro suits and a shortish pig on two legs wearing some armour. "I take it yer the new recruits?" A short grey walked through holding a paper bag. "Supply ship just came in. Managed to blag us some donuts"

-300 degrees celsius"

OOC Whoa! That's under absolute zero (the lowest temperature possible). If it were possible to produce that low a temperature, your men would freeze to death as they entered the lower atmosphere!

I'm not trying to disrupt your Rp, or anything, but you might want to rethink that temperature..... 8)

Erm, feel free to join in btw.

Hello?

OOC: yeah, -300 is a bit much, lets make it 200 ok? I think the limit is something like -267. Thats when matter breaks appart anyway, but it is impossible to achieve a lower temp than that.

In Char: "Thanks mate," said Faley, "We arent actually recruiting into your army though, Kreyharnor flys her own flag in battle. Whats happening anyway? HQ was a little vauge about what were doing up here."

"I'll let Lieutenant Maa'solaas field that one" He snorted and took a donut out of the bag. M. turned and extrapolated further "Well, we were doing routine colony scans when we discovered the structures on the surface so we sent down a team. They reported advanced technology present so we came down here. Donut?"

"Thanks," Faley took a chocolate covered jam filled donut from the bag and munched contently. Carra turned the offer down with a shake of the head.
"Do you know the time?" he asked "I can barely tell which way is up."
"You'll have plenty of time to get over it," Faley said between mouthfulls "Actually right now I need something to drink and a hot shower. When will we be going in, M-Ma, uh Lieutenant?"

"The showers are over there. And it is 9:43 earth standard time. We should be heading in within the next 48 hours."

"Thanks, I geuss Ill be seeing you all later then. Were are we being deployed by the way?"

"Main structure. By the way, the rec areas over there" A thumb jabbed to the right. Ooc: are either of them female? Cos Maa'solaas is a ladies grey...

OOC: Both Male. You didnt give that guy a name that Faley first bumped into btw. And whats a grey?

IC: Faley nods his head. "'ey Juno, make sure you call in the lads before you get smashed ok? And I dont want find you asleep under some table either," he said with a wink. "Thanks for the donut. Sir, Lady. Seeya Carra." Faley gave a quick salute and then he was off.

ooc: An alien species. Very technical minded.

OOC: cool. its your turn to post btw

ooc: I know but i gtg. Could you bump this every so often?

OOC: ok, but ill have to go soon too

Maa'solaas turned and walked away towards the rec area. "Oh by the way, he's Blimey Guvnor. He doesn't talk much"

BUMP! And the above is a puppet of me.

#Tag# An IC post is forthcoming.

(OOC: Mind if I join in?)

Sure! The more teh merrier!

BUMP

OOC: Thinks about post for a little while then decides to join.
IC:
"Malthus send the docking code if you will" Said Captain Lief Erickson commander of the TerranSpaceShip Polaris
"Roger Sir!"
"TSS Polaris requesting to dock, sending docking codes now 77XC56@" Went out the broad band transmission.
"What now sir?" asked Malthus from his control panel.
"We wait thats all" Replied Erickson.
Erickson turned to adress his men...
"Time we earned our pay boys, lets find some good stuff and keep our heads its cold as a well diggers ass in febuary out there. No screw ups and we can all make it home."
The rest of the crew nodded back to him, then they left to get their gear ready to go.
"Send the codes again Malthus i am getting annoyed."
"Yeah ok" Said malthus

"This is DGP Facility Alpha-Alpha-9. You are cleared for docking bay 3"
A blast door slides open just ahead. Light spills out as snow is sucked in.

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Heavily bundeled against the cold the 8 man team walked from their ship making sure it was locked down to the door. The snow was driving and its flakes whipped around them as they got the door closed behind them.
"So where do you want us?" asked Erickson tentativly not sure if anyone could hear him.
The rest of the group dropped their gear and began blowing on their hands to warm them back up again. Damn it was cold on this rock!

"Down the hall and to the right." Answered the diminutive grey. (ooc: I'm watching a dvd so i'm a bit distracted)

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Okay, finished watching.

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Faley calls his men up too him for a breifing. Its a small, eliet group of 18, including Faley and Carra.
"Alright lads," he begins "Today we go out onto that icecube to serve our country. Now were all nervous being out here I know, but think about it. I know for a fact all of us have seen combat before, and to me this is gonna be the same as always just in your home freezer. Unfortunately, I doubt we'll find anything out there to test our mettle against just rocks and snow. But if we do find anything I want you all to be ready. Zero your sites, make sure your guns are loaded and stay warm. Now remeber, were out there to find anything that might be of value, so keep your eyes open. I want you all back here and ready at 0900.

"As attache to this team, I feel compelled to tell you that It will be very different. Much colder. Acidic rivers. EM interference and Ion Storms." Spoke Maa'solaas, donned in a lithe suit of armour and carrying a rather impressive looking pistol, the Arms 2, that could blow a hole in the torso of an unmodified human a foot wide.

BUMP! Please! so far we only have 2 foreign teams!

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"Premier, as you know, the nation of Underwater Aslyum has recently colonized a frozen planet. Also, they've requested some military assistance. Apparently, something is amiss in that frozen hell hole."

"I see. We cannot afford to deploy a signifigant amount of forces, but a single squad of elite troopers should do. Make it so."

"Yes, premier"

A single Avatar transport docket with the CFV Unyeilding Pwnzor. The Unyeilding Pwnzor opened a hyperspace vortex and entered it. In a trip that took two days, yet for the crew seemed like seconds, the dreadnought emerged a reasonable distance from the colony.

"Alright men! As you know, we've been tapped to investigate one frozen hell hole. We are going to dock and make contact with the government on this colony, and well, investigate. Any questions?" Colonel Bailey was briefing his squad of troops. Something didn't feel right about this mission, though...

"What kind of firepower are we going to have?" One of the heavy weapons troopers chimed in.

"No heavy weapons, merely our powered armor, and the flechette rifles. No rockets, no tac-nukes, no tanks." Bailey replied

"Get suited up, we launch in fifteen!" He continued.

The troops suited up in their combat powersuits and made their way to the launch bay. They got into their specially equipped transport (the Avatar usually carries fifty men, this one carries half to make room for more guns.) The ship launched and made its way to the planet.

"Attention control, this is CF Avatar transport 47, requesting permission to dock. Sending landing code now." *Code sent*

[color=brown]OOC: Sorry for the lack of quality RPing, but at the moment, I am sick and can barely think straight. :wink:

A flash of light appeared in Delta Green Prime's atmosphere, rapidly resolving itself into a boxy looking craft, with what looked like a giant dry-erase marker strapped to its dorsal surface. The ship was spinning wildly as it plummeted.

"You Idiot!" Hambrabi yelled at the gray-haired scientist over his head. (In the tumbling vessel, up and down were of little value.) "'We need to test the Drive' you said. 'What are the chances of hitting the planet?' you said!"

"Now, now, my dear anthropologist," the scientist cooly replied as his hair whipped around his face, "You should have been more securely fastened, and I'm certain the good Captain can regain control."

In the transport's cockpit, Captain Sarah Lane smiled, despite struggling with the atmosphere for the right to live. After another minute, she managed to slow their descent, and lined them up for landing. "How is everyone back there?"

Dr. Singh gave a cheerful thumbs up, obviously pleased with the performance of the experimental fold-space drive. Hambrabi muttered that he had known easier reentries, but was unharmed. And in the very back, silent throughout the crisis, MSgt Knowles nodded.

The crew of the ship were all close friends of Commander Haase, who had suggested that they assist Underwater Asylum in its exploration of DGP. "They did sell us those defense platforms," he had told them, "So we should show our appreciation. Besides, I understand Dr. Singh has a new toy to try out."

The communications panel beeped, and Sarah moved to send the landing code they were given. "This is the New Exodus exploration team, requesting permission to land; code is 77XC56@"

A voice crackled back, "Roger, you are cleared to land. And by the way, nice flying."

"You are cleared for landing in docking bay 5 CFV Unyeilding Pwnzor" A massive door opened and snow swirled in as light burst out.

Onboard Avatar Transport 47;

"Affirmative, landing now. Colonel Bailey would like to meet with your leader when we land."

"Very well. I'll just pass that on" 1/2 a minute later, a red motorbike sped out onto the landing bay. A small grey creature weraing only some black silk shirt and pants stepped off "Tell them to come down. I think my Memau needs feeding"

The small transport set down in the landing bay. The rear ramp fell down with a *Thud* and Colonel Bailey stepped out, his heavy Combat Powersuit thudding down the ramp. "Hello?" he called out.

"Greetings. You are from CFAC correct? It matters not so long as you are here to help us."

I back now.

Bailey replied "What do you need help with? I have over twenty four elite soldiers onboard my ship here." He gestured to the landed transport behind him. "How can we help?"

"Bring them inside. They take the right corridor. You follow me and I'll tell you the rest" (Greys are very resistant to cold btw)

Erickson Stood in front of his men looking around at his new surroundings. The room was large enough for them all to sleep in. They threw their bundels of gear onto their bunks and then went back out to their ship to grab some of the heavier stuff they would be needing to head out. Erickson also left the room but instead of going for heavy gear we walked to where he had come in from and asked where the greys wanted his team to begin to explore....
OOC: We will move out as soon as you tell us where to go.

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BUMP! Maybe you would like to field a team Northop-Grumman?

Hello?

Errm, any out there?

Bump for night people.

OOC Yo, I will join. Can I be the alians. Plese

OOC: Sorry, but last night I had to go to bed early (daylight savings and all that.)

IC: Bailey followed the grey as it took him to its leaders and, hopefully, answers.

OOC: Where do you want us?

MSgt Knowles trudged down the corriders in the direction the Grey had gestured. It was colder than his ex-girlfriend, but the strange creatures didn't seem to mind a bit. Behind him, Dr. Singh was chatting with Hambrabi. That is, Hambrabi was glaring at the scientist, who chattered to himself.

"Quite amazing, these Greys. You know, I wonder if they are in any way related to those transgenics in Antarctica, you know, the ones that were wiped out after the Collapse? I had always considered it such a shame that they all died during that incident with the Templars..."

Hambrabi lost his temper. "What the hell are you talking about, you senile old bag? What _transgenics_, what _Collapse_? You fell asleep playing that ancient video game didn't you!?" Hambrabi's accusing finger forced Singh to respond truthfully. "I.. may have..."

Walking in front, Captain Lane whispered to her enlisted counterpart, "Dustin, why does the Commander keep those two around?" Knowles turned and favored her with his trademark psychotic salesman grin, "He wants to see how long Hambrabi can keep his sanity."

ooc: Central building. And LT, maybe you could play as a terran team we brought back from alpha Hydroxy 7.
Cfac: The Grey steps through a door and dissapears from sight. A sign on the door reads "Planetary Governor Saa'molaas". You hear some kind of screeching purr.
New Exodus: As you step into the barracks, you see a hog on two legs wearing some brown armour. "New recruits? And stop babbling about greys old man! They're perfectly normal. Mind you even they can't stand the outside of this frozen hell hole"

Bump
OOC: what happened? I put up a post the other day and now it has dissapeared. was is cencored out or something?

Ooc: I don't know...

OOC DOse that mean I am a group of Greys. I don't know what they are.

Ooc: No. You know that other rp you got involved in? I was thinking the same race as what you played.

Aww. I don't want to be the same. I am different all the time. Never staying on one thing for more than one. Can I be an Eldar Company.
THis is a web site.
http://oz.games-workshop.com/40kuniverse/warhammer40k/Eldar/eldar.htm

Colonel Bailey stepped into the Grey "leader's" office. It was even colder than the rest of the facility, if that was even possible. Inside, he saw a grey sitting behind a desk. "Ahh...good. What is the situation?" he asked the grey.

OOC: I'm not going to be able to post for awhile, as I've got to go to school.

Ooc: Okay. But no shuriken in our throats at night. (I play Space Marines and Tau)

OK. how many men can we have. At most.

ooc: 30 or so.

OOC OK I will have the following:

Deleware Selmodona: Captin, Is a Farseer without any Farseer powers. First in command. Then we have 10 dire Avengers with an Exarch Leader.
6 rangers, 3 warlocks with only weapons no powers. 5 banshees and 5 warp Spiders. If you don't know what they are go to the website and go to the minitures gallery. Then look at Elites, HQ and Troops. My Warp Spiders don't have their jump generators. You have them.

Oh. Sweet. A few of my friends collect eldar so I'm fluent with tyheir army.

Deleware Looked around the prision. At least it looked like a Prison to him and his men. He looked around. He wished they had not taken his wraithbone spear and sword. He espesily wanted his and his men's waystones. He missed the glow of his waystone.
The Guard came to them.
"Meal Time. Line up." Her yelled at them. The could not understand him and requided Deleware to work out what his mind was thinking.
"Blantant Entremee" he said to them "Condnad underenda"

Nine o'clock and Faley’s squad has assembled. The seventeen, with thier odd looking bayoneted rifles and their light weight Chameolon battle suits looked a wierd bunch as they stood in a lose semi circle, mentally preparing themselves for a possible skirmish. One of them had removed a glove and started to file her nails.
"Rychelle! What are you doing?" said Faley in mock outrage.
"Im filing Commodoor, you know us girls" replied the young woman cheekily.
"You know military policy, Sergeant," said Faley "I want them cut of or reenforced with steel next time I see them"
That got a laugh from the whole group. After half an hour of remarks about that ludicrous pig and cracks about those strange Grey's, Commodoor Faley got a call on his mobile phone.
"Hello? Yeah, yeah. Now? Ok, great," Faley spoke into the mouthpeice.
"Alright guy's," brought everyone to alertness as their leader adressed them, "Follow me. We're going to see the good Lieutenant Maa'solaas.”

can someone please tell me where to go?

OOC: How many teams have we got going now? Greys, Irish, Facehuggarians, mine and an Eldar warrior dispatch. Whats going to happen from here? BUMP!

OOC: I too would like to know where my men are going. :)

Bumpism.
It hardly seems fair, 30 Eldar onto the 40 something humans and greys.

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Are all you guys Northern-hemispherians? None of you post in the daytime. I live in Australia so my night is probably your day.

Yoo all must go to the central building. As for LT: Enjoy your roast Graab Meat.

The Team picked up their roaming packs, small packs used to carry a days worth of gear, perfect for a team that had no idea where they would be going next. The team walked into the central room and grabed a seat and waited for whatever this breifing was to start. Erickson flick open his jack knife over and over again becuase he was nervous. The rest of the team was busy taking in the sights of the room. They were all ready for action.
OOC: yeah i am in the northern hemishpere in the grand ole USA! baby

Colonel Bailey and his troops made their way from the landed transport to the main building, where they would hopefully recieve a full breifing.

While the troops were usually disiplined, they didn't necessarily have the patience to go kill stuff without knowing what the hell they are killing.
"Tell me again what we are doing here again, here on this cold, lifeless rock?"

"We're here to help some friends, Mendoza. Jeeze, from your complaining, it'd sound like we were on a tropical beach."

"Cut the chatter, ladies. We're here. Everyone go in and get seated, the Colonel and I will be along shortly."

"Yes Sarge."

OOCEdit: I'm in America, on the east coast specifically.

A small grey escorts the new team to what appears to be a briefing room. You know, terminals on walls, holomaps etc.

Maa'solaas walked to the central podium. "You are all here to assist us in our exploration of the following facility"(Change in one of the maps to show a tall spire like building) "That is the uppermost part of this building. It extends many kilometres below the surface and widens out there also. It is exactly 500.5 kilometres away. We have already lost a team down there so be cautious. We move out at 0400 hours. There will be a dropship ready with all equipment you will need for this particular mission. But don't expect it to be warm in there"

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AM I fighting you. No I just wanted to be alian's. I will stay the way we are and worry about it later.

IC THety each took their share and against all his prostest they each gave Deleware a small part of their share.
"I asked you not to, I am not that special." he sad when they where done.
"I think you are Wrong Farseer. You where training your powers and you are the only one who can under stand the language they speak. We need you or we may get something wrong. That would end up bad." Said the Lead Warlock.

A large orange humanoid walks over to the plasma force field "Oi. Whichever o oo is da leader. Oo comin wi me" (Gors aren't that smart)

Standing up Del (( THat is what I am going to call him for short.)) went to the creatrue. Its mind was a mess and it was making him sick with the mess it was in.
"Yes, whould you like something." He said.

The Gor presses a button and the plsama field goes down "Oo coming wi me to see da leeder"

Del followed the creature. Its irregular mind waves where making him sick. He wobbled a bit before following the thing to the leader.

The gor walked away. Inside was a calm, grey skinned creature sitting in na rather comfortable looking chair holding a very large gun. For his size.
"Glad you could join me Mr..."

Selanthondoranscladon. Or you could just call me Deleware. Knowing your races abilaty to speak many silibles in ours and could not prenoce that. I have a question. WHy did you imprison my men.

"Well. Excuse the weapon Mr. Selanthondoranscladon. And grey's can pronounce many syllables. We imprisoned you because you are an unidentified force on this planet. Might I add that the jewels you had are an extremely strong source of power" On seeing the looker of horror on Del's face "Oh don't worry. They haven't been damaged or drained"

OOC I like the way you copyed and pasted the info.

IC Ca I plese have my stone back. I am sorry I belived you to be human. I am Deleware, Farseer. But I can do nothing with my gift but feel brain waves. That other creatrue was thinking some alful things and his mind was always thinking of different ways to kill me." He shuttered.

"Yes. Our own psykers find gors... disconcerting. And here is your stone. Though it seems to have developed microscopic stress cracks during the time you were not present" The grey reaches under his table and places a stone onto it "Now. Will I be at any danger from you? And sit down"

He grabs the stone a quikly puts it into a slot on his robe, near his heart. He then sits down.
"Thank you. So why do you prefere to hold us prissoner. You shouldbe fighting the Dark Kin. They would kill someone for the plesure, Not for a manover."


OOC I have to go now, See you.

"Dark Kin? I have not heard of them"

BUMP!

OOC: Thanks for telling us where to go.
IC: "Alright thanks for the briefing." Said Erikson. "And for the dropshipt too but we are going to take out own lander out ther if you don't mind." "Move out boys."
The team now in heavy winter clothing and electically heated suits clunked off towards thier ship. They stopped at their room first and grabed all the gear in there that they had just brought in a day ago. Erikson got everyone up the ramp to the lander before he got in and closed the door behind him. The ship was nice and warm compared to the freezing enviorment outside. Pete the ships pilot warmed up the ship in 5 minutes and then it lifted off taking the short flight to the large spire that loomed ominously in the ships cockpit view. Landing at a suitable spot the crew donned their really heavy gear. Basically they were surplus army spacesuits with armor and electronics to boot. The two surplus power armor suits were also donned by Riely and Mark who quickly began moving gear into the snow and ice below the ship. Erickson directed his men to begin setting up the reserch huts...
OOC2: how are we going to rp whatever killed your men down in the spire before?

Bailey and his troops began to get up, and make their way to their ship. There they would get equipped and meet the other teams at the base of the spire.

By this time the crew had 2 heated huts set up and they were ferrying supplies to them. Already the spire was casting a dark shadown on the men. What was it? and what would they find in its dark depths.....
OOC: I think i will take me men right to the bottom of the spire we will rummage around there for a few days and slowly begin to work our way up.

(OOC: Most of the teams seem to be comprised of military personnel, but I notice many characters more suited to exploration of this strange facility; namely the Eldar Farseer and my own two scientists. This should be interesting...)

Relaxing in an unmarked break room, the New Exodus contingent mulled over the briefing they had received. Hambrabi, cynical as ever, was questioning Captain Lane.

"So, we are expected to go into a massive, unexplored underground facility, which has already claimed the lives of a previous team?"
"Right."
"And we don't know who built this facility, or why?"
"Correct."
"And we will be accompanied on this mission by several platoons of soldiers from nations that we are not necessarily allies with?"
Sarah sighed, "Yes."
"And the nation that requested this of us is only known to us beacuse of an arms shipment?"
Sarah just turned for the door. "Get some rest, we're going in tomorrow," she said flatly. That was all there was to it.

Ooc: I will rp the aliens and my own guys...
Ic: The Thunderhawk set down and it's hatch swung open with a pnuematic hiss. Out stepped a team of greys in power armour with very large guns. They immediately began pulling equipment out and set up a small base camp. An ice bird flew down from the spire and chirped, but then dissapeared into the swirling mists "All teams. Sound off"

bump.

OOC I will be away on holiday so I will not be around for a week.

Ooc: Damn.

Ooc: Damn. Enjoy ur hols.

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"Alright gamma team! You know our objective. We are to accompany these here scientists, and make sure no harm comes to them." Bailey tried to avoid mentioning the word babysitting job, as he knew that the soldiers would rather be off killing something. Little did they know they would get exactly their wish.

The transport clunked down next to the spire, its door falling down with a clang. Bailey stepped out, his powered armor thunking down the metal ramp. "Alright boys! We're here! Lets get a move on! On the bounce!"

Maa'solaas strolled over "Please, follow me to base camp"

The twenty five men that comprised gamma team complied with the request and followed the grey to base camp.

A group of grey domes. With airlocks and communications spires. Maa'solaas leads you to an airlock and keys in the key code, saying it loud for your benefit: 77881. It hissed open and inside was a chamber. Sealed by another airlock (Yep. I've been playing red faction again)

"What the hell do you think those things are?" Mendoza asked.

"Shut up, Mendoza. I'm sure this is the grey 'base camp' that we were told of. It looks a bit more permanent than a normal human base camp, but then again, we aren't dealing with humans here, capiche?" Sargent Sikes replied.

Bailey keyed in the keycode, and entered the airlock. He and the team waited for the doors to cycle, and the they were inside.

OOC: I've got to go to school soon, so I won't be able to post until roughly 2:40 Eastern time. I'll be back then.

As they entered there was a basic setup. 10 berth pods. A mess hall. A shower and a virtual reality chair. The rest was technical equipment etc.

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MSgt. Knowles secured two SMG's to his thighs, then began practicing a two-handed quickdraw move. On the other side of the dome, Dr. Singh and Hambrabi were double checking the battery life in their recording devices and scanners, while Captain Lane synched the comm. gear and inspected the thermal suits they would be wearing. They were unsure of the conditions in the facility, so an electric heating system woven in to a standard combat jumpsuit was preferable to cumbersome parkas.

"Dr. Singh, is your PDT linked up yet?"
The old man glanced up from his equipment, "Hum? Oh, yes, I've already configured it. Although, I do wish I had remembered to..." Sarah tuned him out. The old man had a habit of rambling. Glancing at the remaining two members of the team, she saw that Knowles was relaxed, while Hambrabi sported a sour look. Hopefully he wouldn't complain too much.

OOC: Do you want us at your base camp or do you mind if we just stay at ours?

Ooc: We would prefer ours, as ours is closest to it's entrance.

"Alright boys we gotta move out again...the greys want us at their base camp. It closer too." Said Erickson After much grumbling the team got everything packed back into the transport lander and it headed off into the mist towards the grey's base camp. 15 minutes later they were there

Del looked around the cell and saw no weakness. He swore and looked at the Guard. It was not very bright so mabey he could trick it. If not he would confuse it by talking to it allowed about something and talk to it mentaly about something else. That could confuse some of his warlocks so It would most likely work on this. He started to do this and in the mind talk said things about letting them go into the Armoury and letting them go and other things like that.

The guard opened the cell
"Sure. Go ahead"
He was grinning
"And bring me back one of those "special interests" magazines will you?"

"Thank you kind sir." He said and told his men to follow. They went to the armoury and Del found his pistol and sword. He looked around and saw his men picking up their own weapoons and smiled at the fact that his Warp spidershad found their jump packs.
"Exarch, Can you transport two people with those." He said pointing at the genirators.
"I could transport this whole room if you wanted." He said. "Only if I have the right power thou."
"I guess you have the power or you would not have said anything." Del said in a serious tone.
"Yes I have the power. everyone gather round."
Everyone put their waystones in their cheast slots and The warp put them in front of the tower.


OOC It is an Accident.

OOC: Sorry for not posting in days, but I've been swamped with RL issues. Especially relating to my upcoming trip.

IC: Bailey sat down on one of the 'chairs' in the mess hall. It was obvious it wasn't designed to hold five hundred pounds of solid armor, and it broke sending the Colonel flat on his butt. This solicited laughter from everyone in the mess hall, Human and grey alike. Then, looking out of one of the windows, the Sarge noticed some aliens just appear outside, in front of the spire. "Hey Colonel! Check this out!" he yelled over the laughter.

Bailey got up and went to look out the window. He saw them too. "Alright men! Get your weapons ready! Lets go out and introduce ourselves!"

"They've escaped. Try not to kill them" Said Maa'solaas "We took them prisoner a while ago when they landed here"

The warlocks pulled out their weapons. The Dire avengers pulled out ther Shrinken Catapults and the Banshees their Power weapons. The howling banshees rushed the oncoming troops there masks emiting a loud Psyhconic Schreech disabling the minds of the warriors for a few seconds. Eldar took their targets and a with the numbers almost one to one they had their guns at each the human and Grey heads.
"You will allow us to stay with in the hall and we will help you. Other wise you die." Said Del his voice cold.

Liquidus was grinning as Delta Green Prime appeared before him. He turned to a Lt. behind him. "Lieutenant, have you got those codes?" Liquidus asked. The Lt. looked up at him, "Yessir, we just managed to catch the last bit of it, so its complete and ready to use. Also, the Infiltration Divisions are waiting for us to dock. When we have, if you give out the order, they will storm their facility." the Lt. said, grinning.

Liquidus smiled, a big, deep, evil smile. "Take us in then Lieutenant, and set up a direct link to their docks," he ordered, he then looked around, "Okay people! I want this to go smoothly, Delta Green Prime has some Relics that I want, so we're going to go in and collect them all! Do you understand!" he shouted. All of the crew roared "Yessir!". Liquidus sat down, and someone appeared on the view-screen in front.

"You're the docking officer I take it? I'm Lord Liquidus Snake, here to help with the search." Liquidus said, grinning.

MSgt. Dustin Knowles looked down at Del through the IR sight of his sniper rifle, while simultaneously shifting his harness to a more comfortable position. Perched just below the top of the tower, the blowing snow obscured his exoskeleton-clad body from normal vision. "Should I fire?" He asked calmly. "Negative," Sarah's voice crackled back through the headset, "He wants to join the expedition, but be ready for anything."

OOC: So, am I the only one who uses the search tool to keep up with the RP's, or did you all just get tired of it?

OOC: Don't look at me. I've been waiting for ppl to respond.

The docking officer smiled "You're cleared for docking bay 17. Please note that as we are detecting an unusual amount of weaponry aboard your ship, we have prepped defences. This is merely standard procedures"

"Copy that, sorry, but this is OH's Capital Warship." he apologised. The ship slowly loomed up to the docking bay, and with some skill, Liquidus managed to get Robin in. With that, Robin's wings closed, and a huge ramp came down from it's belly. Liquidus, escorted by a few Guards, came down the Grey Ramp, and stopped at the bottom of the Ramp, awaiting the welcoming Party. Liquidus was merely doing this to make sure the Infiltration Soldiers weren't spotted.

Meanwhile, behind Liquidus, the cloaked regiment of Infiltration Soldiers moved soundlessly around Liquidus, and took up Ambush posistions. The Cloaked Soldeirs had ground-breaking technology. Not only were they cloaked, but no sensor system, or auto-matic gun-turret could detech them. The soliders' body heat was kept in by the exo-skin suit, as thin as skin. They were armed with Sensor proof weaponry, such as the War in Heaven Mark V Heavy Plasma Rifle, Sub-Space detonation Charges, and the Guided EMP Generators (they work like a machine gun and looks like it). The other Regiment of Infiltration Soldiers (that don't have cloaks), awaited inside the ship...

A small droid followed, scanning for cloaked foes. All clear. It stopped upon the strange air density in places, but carried on after sending a note to the command station "Follow me" It scurried out a door, where there were twenety power armoured warriors, armed with their heavy laser rifles "Follow us. Since we don't exactly trust you, after having monitored the galactic situation, we've been assigned to escort you"

Liquidus nodded, and pushed his hair back as a signal. One of the cloaked Soliders threw an EMP Flashbang (a EMP that also blinds people, has a 5M Radius), at the welcoming Party. Liquidus shielded his eyes as it exploded, and then, the Regiment of Un-cloaked Infiltration Soliders (these in Full Commando Armour, like Stormtroopers, but Beefier) ran down the ramp, and by the time the Party had recovered, the Soliders has surrounded the Party, Rifles held at their chests. Liquidus walked foward to the welcoming Party, grinning. "You were right to be suspicious my friends, but obviously your Leaders have neglected Welcoming Protocols. Men, take them into the Robin, and kill them..." he ordered. As some of the Team started to escort them into the Robin, the Cloaked Troopers quickly ran form their posistions, and started down the corridor the Warriors had come down...

Sigh. They have state of the art suits. EMP shielded, blast helmets etc.

Del heard something in his ear and smiled, His scouts and found a sniper.
"Get him, I want him alive with no ingurys to him if you can."

OOC: The EMP was to knock out the droid itself. And anyway, it gave off a very bright flash, so your troops would have winced. But still, what action should we take now. Are you oging to accept this, or is my last post going to be forfeit?

Dustin ducked into the tower through an open window. Damn, they spotted me, he thought. There's gotta be a way out of here...

OOC: Wow, this is really sad, seeing as how two of my best personnel are on the planet still. Any chance that someone will see this thread and remember it?

OOC Probably not, just state your men are leaving. That will work.

On his way down from the tower, MSgt. Knowles noticed a discolored section of wall, and stepped in front of it. It slid aside to reveal what appeared to be an elevator shaft. "Cpt. Lane, Knowles here. Just found a shaft leading down into the structure." He heard the aliens searching for him, and decided to take a risk. "I'm going in."

Sarah grabbed her gear and motioned for the scientists to follow her. Dustin had sent her the layout of the tower, and she intended to follow him down. If fighting erupted, they would have a much better chance in confined spaces. She pitied the foolish alien who would attempt close-range combat with Dustin.

After five hours of walking, Capt. Lane, Dr. Hambrabi, and Dr. Singh had finally met up with MSgt. Knowles. Countless stories above their heads, the standoff had ended, but the audio taps Dr. Singh had left behind revealed a new threat. Invaders had stormed the landing facility, and the foreign contingents had charged off to fight them. It was now solely up to the tiny group from New Exodus to ensure that whatever was buried in here would fall into the right hands; namely, theirs.

"Glad you could drop in," Dustin said gruffly as he finished prying the odd alien doors open for the rest of the team. "I've found something." "Lead on, Sergeant." They followed Dustin into a maze of hallways, until they came to a looming metallic door with a lit green sign over it. The script was not recognizable, but Dr. Singh pulled out a small scanner from his pocket. "This," he said proudly, "is my Universal Translator. Some say it is something of a God-mod, seeing as how our nation hasn't had much experience with extra-solar sentient species, but I figure it does not matter as this is an abandoned thread." The other explorers looked at him with pity in their eyes, silently lamenting the deterioration of an intelligent mind. "Ah, it says 'Warning: Addictive Products Within'."

The Eldar party followed swiftly, walking with ease with the small party. When they rewached the door they seemed to shrink back, all but the one at their head, he walked forward. "So, lets split them, I will take half and you take half. Then both our people can use them." When he saw the shoke on their faces he smiled. "Yes, as a matter of fact we are from a nation, and we are not from this hell hole. We ended up her by accident, so, give us part and then we will leave, no, we will take it all, then go back to the Tsurani, from there we can arrange a transort back to Exodus, how does that sound?" He smiled, they would have no choice, one way or the other they would come with the Eldar

Dustin glanced over to Capt. Lane, who simply shrugged. "Sure, why not."

With the help of the Eldar, the door was blasted open, revealing...

The explorers cautiously entered the brightly lit room. Seeming to sense their presence, alien music began to play. Though the language was unrecognizable, the music is obviously some sort of catchy jingle, and the explorers find themselves desiring whatever it is the song is about. "These signs all seem to be advertisements for entertainment devices. According to the plaque on this column, these products were deemed to addictive to the general populace, and thus were sealed away that later, more resistant generations would find them," Dr. Singh scanned the next portion, "34 of the construction workers fell to the addiction while building this place, and were put down out of compassion."

"Hey," Dustin called, "Look at these." He had found a cluster of strange figures, arrayed on a miniature battlefield. Dr. Singh scanned the plaque nearby. "Don't touch them! These figures were from a war game, but the pieces were coated with an addictive substance. Even handling them might get you hooked." Dustin glanced around the table. "Seems like it was too late for those two." On the other side, two preserved alien skeletons in what looked like worker's coveralls lay beside a small group of the figures. Sarah wrinkled her nose. "The poor fools must have been locked in here, and spent their remaining time playing the game. They never got out."

They continued walking around the room, finding several holo-card games featuring strange creatures, holo-projectors displaying aliens fighting with bladed weapons and magic, and even another group of figures on a battlefield. Though no one noticed, some of the figures vaguely resembled Del and the Eldar...

"You do realize," Capt. Lane said to the Eldar leader, "that these are exceptionally dangerous items to return to our nations. Imagine, an entire generation of youth hooked on these. Then again, that would make a pretty good sociological weapon..."

OOC I am assuming Del is my leaders name, been so long.

IC Del looked at him and flahsed a smile. "ou might not want them, but I can assure you the Emperor will. If he can control something like this, then he would be able to get compleat control of the more powerful enemies in his court. But you are probably right, there would be very little use for it, especvialy since it is in low supply." He sighed. His men seemed to figit, and when they looked at the Holgrams of the Eldar, they jumped back. One of them said to Del. "Seer, some of these things are before the Eldar where forced to make their own ways. Well before the first Eldar joined the twelve. This is almost as bad as when the Government ordered us to gain control of that Necron System. What are we going to do?"
"What ever the captin wants, if it is his intention to bring it back, then we will. If not, we won't." He said in a calm voice. He then turned to Lane. "So, what you want to do? Leave now? Or take some with us?" Then, his face seemed to light up. "Well, I know what use this crap planet can have, so, choice?"

Capt. Lane smiled sadly and shook her head. "Well, if you really think you can handle it, feel free to take this stuff back with you. Just be -" She was cut off as Dr. Singh called out from the other end of the room, "Captain! I've found Experimental Team B-12, the ones who went in before us." (ooc: read the first post.) The explorers rushed over to discover...

(OOC: I have no idea what they should find. It should be something very useful for both of our nations, and there should be enough to share. I propose "Sewell Fuel," a rare, self-replicating complex fuel source. It grows on rocks deep inside certain planets, and can be used to make incredibly powerful reactors, or devastating bombs. If this is acceptable, please let me know in an OOC.)

OOC Thats fine, good idea actually, we would have to find a way for the entire amount to come, because once I hand the planet over to the NEcrons, Even we will have a hard time getting to it. But your idea is right.

IC Del just smiled. "Yes, the Necrons can handle it, mainly becuase they are not made of flesh, but of steel. I might explain Necron's to you on the trip to Exodus, where I might ask if we could set up an embassy." He smiled, when the shout came, he looked up.

... The entire experimental team was sitting in a small room, which was made up into a crude sort of camp. "Oh thank you for finding us," the lead researcher said. "This room was some sort of janitor's closet, but when we entered to examine the aliens' sanitation devices, the door locked behind us!" Dustin was the last one to walk in, and so did not hear what the scientist said. He slammed the door shut. "Why are you all looking at me like that?" Dr. Singh raced to the young man's side. "It is all okay. I have just the item to get us out of here." "Explosives?" "Fusion torches?" "Teleporters?" Dr. Singh reached into his pocket. "None of those, just a credit card." He deftly slipped the card along the doorframe, popping the lock open. "There, wasn't that simple?" Several of the scientists started to cry. "You mean we stayed in this tiny room for a week, unsure if we would live or die, when we could have just opened it with a credit card?" Capt. Lane moved quickly to change the subject. "Tell us about your discoveries here."

The scientists blathered on about the revolutionary cleaning tools the aliens had developed, including some sonic scrubbers, (ooc: you might want to take one with you, since the tech might have military uses) and eventually got around to an odd fact they had gleaned from the janitor's diary. "Apparently," they said, "he was something of a scientist himself, and had an extensive collection of molds, fungi, and dirt. By far, his favorite had been this stuff" they gestured to four transparent containers of a rocky mineral-like substance, with the occasional glowing purple crystal poking out. "He referred to it as Sewall Fungus, yet we think it is some sort of self-replicating mineral. The last couple of pages in his diary, other than mentioning one of those games outside, were filled with references to the Sewall Fungus. Sadly, we haven't been able to translate them yet."

Dr. Singh walked over to the diary, and began scanning the data into his Universal Translator. Del and Capt. Lane read over his shoulder as the translation scrolled across the screen:

-This stuff will make me rich! I've never seen a fungus like this before, but that would make sense, because I've never been this deep underground. It only forms under intense pressure, and requires heavy minerals to be present. The end result is not only something that seems to grow, but it can be used as incredibly potent and stable fuel!-

Captain Lane and Del smirked at one another, then switched off the Translator, much to Dr. Singhs displeasure. "Its just some useless fungus, and for all we know, it could be dangerous," she lied. Del joined in, "Yes, you should let us dispose of it for you." The scientists agreed, and handed two of the containers to the Eldar and two containers to the New Exodus team.

Within four hours, the scientists and explorers had brought all the alien artifacts to the surface, and were loading them onto Del's ship. There was no sign of the other teams, so the Eldar had decided to drop the scientists off on the nearest Underwater Asylum world, before taking the New Exodus citizens back.

OOC: That was a long one, LOL. Thanks for helping me finish it up. Now, about those Necrons...?

OOC Ok, I will tell you what they are now, not their history. And your welcome.

IC The Tsurani ships moved along with great grace. Once they where a few minutes of flying, the ship inisiated the rift genrator. Del sat in a lounge chair set up in the middle of the ship.
"Now, I belive you wanted to learn about Necrons? Well, I will tell you. Please save all questions to the end.
The Necrons are a group of robotic creatures that work on a powering system of life force. THis, unlike their bodies, never runs out, thus creating them almost Imortal. They worship some creatures that have power that would be expected of the gods, but not powerful enough to fight the Tsurani, christian or muslem god. These tried to take the universe, but failed, for there was no point for them otherwise. Now, the good thing about them is they can power robot bodies witb any type of life, no matter how small, thus they are usful no matter where we send them, for they reproduce. The robots themselves are hard to kill, and somehow can recover from the worst damage, yet sometimes they don't, and most of the time it takes the rest of the battle to finish repairing itself. They are great warriors, following the tomb's orders to the letter. We could sell you some if you like, but they are expencive, and require at leat one world to harvest." He smiled. Just then a light flashed. "Look out the window to see the Wonder that is our home world.