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OOC: I was wondering if people would like to do a "Planetfall" RP. Basicly, a ship from each of the selected governments will have crash-landed on a planet, and they need to work together to survive.

This means that there will be little fleet-fighting, but there might be fighting among the survivors...

Anyone interested?

EDIT: In other words, it is similar to the movie Enemy Mine.

Let me bump this and make it more clear:

This will all be taking place on a delsolate planet. A few nations who haven't interacted with each other should participate. Each of the nations has a soldier, civilian, or other position (or two) and they all need to interact with the other nations to survive. When doing this, they learn about a nation's dispositions, their governments, and need to face their basic fears and emotions.

I'm just asking for a few nations to start.

Jeese! Didn't any of you see Enemy Mine (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0089092/) !? It was during the 80s?

*Bump

Well, I've never seen the Enemy Mine, or even heard of it, but the idea is not unappealing.
The Ralish was originally played as a bronze-age civilisation, but got little to no interaction from the wider community in that respect, so I've been making tentative steps... four or five thousand years into the future to the beginning of the space age.
I'm pretty much clueless about future tech RP, but if anyone cares, some background was recently set-up, here http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=375067

The Ralish Empire is also stuck in the feudal age and has a slave economy that flourishes in isolation on the planet Aisa, "somewhere". The people are human, but exactly how they ended up on this distant planet is yet a mystery. They believe themselves unique, as they can see evolution in fossil records for all life forms around them, but human remains on their world begin suddenly a few thousand years ago. To them it seems hard to deny that the universe was prepared for them by gods, and their race placed on Aisa when all was ready.

They are just beginning to reach out to the stars, curious as to why other worlds even exist, since they are unique in the universe.

Long story short, I'm interested, but new to space tech.
I'm familiar with the Stargate series (and film), if that matters, but not exactly intimately so (I just thought that the unas ( ? ) were cool).
I may get left behind if the thread really takes off, as I tend to get distracted and wander off for days on end. Ahem.

Anyway, it would be perfectly believable for a Ralish ship to crash, because frankly it's a miracle we even get them into space to begin with.

OOC: Interested... Goa-uld, so you have hosts, or jaffa, or something? I am interested in joining, but will need some more info...

And don't forget... 'Take off every Zig'

Fine, let me start it off. Any nation can join in. Remember, there can only be one or two survivors:

Shaq'Ran knew he was dead.

"Kree, Terok!" Shaq'Ran yelled to the Jaffa sittling behind him, "What can we do!?" They were in a Deathglider, a sleak, powerful fighter. But now, it might as well have been tinfoil. They were plummiting to an unkown planet's surface below. If they didn't do something soon, they would "skip" off of the atmosphere...or be destroyed upon impact.
"I know not, Shaq'Ran!" Terok screamed, wrestling with the controls of the glider, "We are going in too fast!"
"What happened!?" Shaq'Ran said, checking if there was any power at all. There was. It was at full power.
"Some kind of magic pulled us down! I don't know how!" Terok said as the Deathglider began to shake violently, "I just lost control of the Deathglider! We just got pulled down."
"What are we to do!?" Shaq'Ran shouted, terror in his eyes, "Will Apophis save us!?"
"Yes, Apophis will save us!" Terok said, still struggling to get some control over the ship. The ship was ignoring his commands entirely, though all systems were normal. "But right now, we cannot rely on Apophis for help! He might deem us unworthy if we simply die! We will never get eternal live, and will be damned without his salvation!"
"Praise be to Apophis," he added, hoping that Apophis would hear his cry.
"Terok! We are reaching the atmosphere!"
They could both see it. Their ship was turning bright red entering the atmosphere. The Deathglider could take it...if they slowed down. But they were plummiting at intense speeds. In any normal cockpit, the G-force alone would knock out the piolets. Fortunately, Death Gliders had inertial dampeners: which allowed them to stay awake.
"TEROK!! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO D-"
"SHEL KREE, JAFFA!!!" Terok barked, not out of annoyance but out of fear.

He had no control. They were going to die.

They were jerked suddenly. The Deathglider had speed down. It was passing through the atmosphere at very slow speeds.
"Terok?" Shaq'Ran said, watching the various clouds go past, "What just happened?"
"I don't know," Terok said, breathing a sigh of relief, "Apophis must have heard my prayer. We are s-"

They were past the atmosphere, and now their descent began again - faster than before. Too fast for even the inertial dampeners to take effect. Terok could feel himself loosing focus...blacking out...

All went dark.

Terok had a strange dream. Less of a dream, and more like...flashes. Images. A Temple with long vines...a groved forest with red trees...green eyes looking from behind a veil around a human figure...his wife, Neith! But...she looked different. Her eyes were green and...crying!? But why-hai-

The world spun around again, and Terok awoke in pain.

Burning.

Fire.

FIRE!!! GET OUT FIRE!!!

"NANE!! NANE!!!" Terok shouted, feeling the fire licking his limbs. He jumped up and ran away, his feet touching cool, dewey grass. He paused for a moment, and looked beneath him.

...

...He was on the planet! But how! Why!?

He looked behind him, to see where the fire had come from. His Deathglider had smashed into a cliff wall. It had fallen at least 50 meters. The front was smashed, and looked like a crushed balloon.
A thought suddenly crossed his mind:
"Shaq'Ran!" he thought, running to the wreckage, trying to spot his comrade. He found him within a few seconds: his arm was half-off, hanging by an inch of skin and flesh from a small crack in the front end of the wreckage. No symbiote could cure that.

"Shaq'Ran!" Terok shouted, "Shaq'Ran! SHAQ'RAN!!!"

But no response came. And Terok, one who had seen 50 years of battle and bloodshed, colapsed to the ground, crying like a small child.

OOC: See, this is what I mean. We have a premise here. Something pulled the Deathglider down onto this planet, and now Terok must survive. If any other ships pass near the planet (hint-hint, wink-wink), then similar situations might happen to them. Whatever, or whoever, did this wants at least one person alive. That is certain. Otherwise, they would have died in the atmosphere.

I await your response.

OOC great idea, YAY, first time I get to have interaction with the Castes

IC The Fire warrior Keil'hath Sat on the deck of the ship, deep in medatation. The Air Caste Piolit was cheaking the conrtols, his 4 wings working like arms. The Earth Caste travelers sat on the deck, straped in, looking around with wild eyes. It had been three days since they had left the safty of the Empires borders, and now they headed towards a new location, to set up a new city. The Transport went past one of the system they passed through's planets, thats when things went wrong.

The ship buckled, used to heavy gravity, it was able to almost pull through, however, it was brought down by the second bump. Keil immidiatly ran to the back of the craft, yelling to the earth caste to do the same. They failed to listen, and he was forced to grab the nearest one and pull him into the drop pods. He released the latch, and the pod droped, heading towards the planet's surface. THe pod jumped, and from the windows Keil saw the Transport start to burn up. He sighed, at least he had jetasended the Drop pod, there would be the emergency supplies, as well as weapons, tents, and a few other things. He was considering this when the pod landed in the ground with a thud. When the door droped, he ran around to the one he had placed the Earth one, supprised to see it was already emting the pod.

"Well," He said with a no nonsense expresion. "Are you gong to help or not?"
With that, the two started to set up camp.

A feint murmur seeped from Umbrahim’s dry lips as he floated transfixed by what he was sure was a structural crack. He’d been sure for the past six days, sure it was growing. It measured the same now as it had then, and was an abrasion on nothing more than the vessel’s internal facade. But Umbrahim Adenite Persassus was barely sane, his mind faring little better than his wasted body after so, so long on duty in his zero gravity solitude. His two crewmates slumbered in their capsules, quite unaware of Umbrahim’s trials.

Giant refrigerator... doors are closed and the light’s still on... why is that? What do I need light for... to the lighting rig, men! But he hardly twister around far enough to grab something solid before warning buzzers reminded the traveller that he was not the only source of sound in the universe.

The primitive hulk of a so-called deep-space exploratory ship was caught in the grip of some external force for which it, like its sole conscious crewmember, was quite unprepared. It was with some surprise that Perassus realised his proximity to a planetary body, gods, he must have really been losing it to confuse weeks for what must have been months since he last spoke to another human being. He’d travelled millions of kilometres further than he’d assumed himself to be, and there was no time to consider that fact, the ship was bound for atmosphere and there was no way it’d survive that. The thing barely held together in space.

As the planet ate up a bigger and bigger share of the view once dominated by the void of space, the tired and previously untested ship began to suffer. It was about the best that the Eternal Alshorian Empire had assembled, and the same was true of its three-man crew despite Umbrahim’s lapse.

The fatigued adventurer, guilty of a serious lapse in losing sense of proportion and time and failing to wake a comrade to take-over his watch last month, took-in the sight of the planet below, the whistling of venting atmosphere, and the thought of the hibernation capsules. He couldn’t fix this alone, and time was painfully short after so long suffering inactivity and isolation.

A few hours later, Onil Tkhalo Awar forced open the cover of his charred and dented chrysalis. The transformation was not his but the outside’s as he perceived no t the inside of the deep space exploratory vessel nor the face of his colleague come to wake him, but... sky... outdoors... a completely unfamiliar place. Half a mile away, a second pod containing the still-sleeping third crewmember was lodged between rocks and in a terrible condition.

Needless to say, Onil was deeply confused and more alone than Umbrahim had felt when he ejected the pods containing his friends and made a last, fruitless effort to reverse the ship’s fatal descent.

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A heavily battle-damaged Shadow battlecrab phased into existance over the planet... it's proud form scarred and gouged by the weapons of it's adversaries... it still however espoused terror in those who saw it despite it's bad condition, it was still a schion of the darkness that was returning to the galaxy after a million years...

It left a black trail in the sky of the world it made a slightly uncontrolled descent passing over the crash sites of several other ships... and gouged a huge path in the undergrowth beyond... black limbs being severed and tossed to the sky... it finally came to rest in a clearing a few hundred metres from whence it had hit the earth... it was a scene of terrible destruction... it seemed nobody could have survived that kind of crash... but the centralised processor of the vessel and her cargo had...

In space, there is no air. In space, it's extremely cold.

In space, noone can hear your fusion core go critical and put you in a frenzied planet fall.

But to Rennon Carde, it felt like a murderously hard body blow had been delivered to him via every nerve bundle in his body. The Providence was doomed, was his first coherent thought. Already, ADA was ordering all capable personnel to the escape pods.

Rennon's DNI was already dispensing a diagnostic report to his beleaguered brain.

The Engineering section and Fusion Cluster were gone. Habitat sections were compromised. Hull breaches on Bridge, Observation deck, and Sensor management.

The forward section was slowly diving into the atmosphere. There was nothing else he could do.

He fought the Gravitic generators and the Planet's pull, and climbed into the escape pod. The rumble and groan of the entire structure warned him the ship would disintegrate within minutes. Already his DNI was screaming that the temperature would be too much for Emergency Launch if he didn't leave.

Noone else came out. He offered a final prayer to Allah and pulled the ELL.

The Escape pod tore free from Providence's scarlet bulk, and its on board AI frantically searched for a safe landing zone.

Rennon, clawed at by gravity, friction, and the general buffeting one should expect from high speed planetfall, passed out.

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With a final, shuddering boom, the pod came to a rest upon the forest floor, reverse thrust rockets still boiling away. All was quiet, save the occassional crackle of burnt plant matter.

The survivor crept out, and looked at his saviour. The escape pod's rough landing was now fully evident. Upside down, the pod's rugged and resilient hide had prevented any severe damage, and the inertial dampener fields had saved the luckless man from death. Thankful to Allah, Rennon ducked back inside the pod, and retrieved the survival kits. This included a fully loaded EMRP (Electro Magnetic Rail Projection) Rifle (With Armscomp) and several magazines of projectiles, a Warlock Utility and Combat Blade, a medikit, (Complete with nanorepair systems, several hyposprays, and certain other futuristic medical marvels) and survival supplies to last an entire week.

The man sagged with relief, and then uplinked to his personal DNI. The Providence had managed to send a distress signal, so most likely the Nightingale Rescue Fleet had been notified.

It would take days for them to reach this world, however, by his DNI's calculations. The Escape Pod would emit a homing signal once the fleet was in range.

He sighed with relief and shucked the PodPack onto his back, before checking for any other survivors.
His DNI reported trace signals from other Pods, however they were garbled and did not match any signals the Providence had supplied for its Pods.
He shrugged and considered it to be damage to the other Pods.
The nearest Pod is four Kilometres south of your current position. Please proceed with caution. Advised his DNI, before closing down.

OOC: This is great. I think we can fit in one more guy, so...

WE CAN ONLY HAVE ONE MORE NATION ENTER THIS!!

Not to make people feel bad, but if this gets too big then it won't be easy to do.

IC:

Terok took account of what meager posessions he had recovered from his Deathglider: A single staff weapon, two Zat'Ni'Katels, and three Goa'uld Grenades.

That was it. No water, no food, not even a long-range comunicator.

Terok looked up from the Deathglider and viewed the scene around him. He had crashed into a giant field, a giant cliff-face abutting the field to the north. From what he could tell, the Deathglider had crashed into the cliff-face and falen about 50 meters below. On the East, West, and South side, there was nothing but thick, leafy forest. He could see far into the distance, purple mountains were looming above the horizon. Terok deduced he was inside the edge of a valey.

"Apophis, guide me." Terok said, holding his hands in a small prayer to his God.

One thought crossed his mind: he needed food, and he needed water. He did not need to perform Kelnorim, for while he was knocked out his symbiote must have been healing his wounds.

Terok stood still for a moment, remembering his childhood on Chulak. Rememberd how he and the children played a game called "Bait." One child would hide, while the others would try to find them. He always won, for Terok would hide near the riverside and the other children could never hear him up in the trees.

Terok listened intently now, trying to hear a stream. Trying to hear if there was any water. For where there was water, there was food. Where there was food, there was survival.

Terok heard something, but it wasn't water. It was a deep rumbling sound, coming from above.

Looking up, he saw a fireball errupting in the sky. From the fireball, three smaller balls of fire exploded outwards, falling at a faster speed straight into the forest to the south. The larger ball of fire exploded a few seconds later, causing the whole valey to be outlined in red for a few seconds.

Then there was silence.

"Well, those were obviously escape pods." Terok said aloud to himself, "looks like I might have found food and supplies."

Terok sneared as he ran into the forest to the South, his staff in hand.

OOC: ME! I'll do it :D

OOC: ME! I'll do it :D

OOC: Then describe your planetfall.

OOC: Hey, I was interested, uh, second, can I still join in? Last night my intranet died whilst I was preparing my post. I will still join in if you wish, otherwise, good luck.

The Chaos ship limped from the warp; its crew of Uruks and Space Marines clinging to whatever could steady them as they plunged from the Empyrean to real space; arcing and plummeting through star lit infinity.
"My LOrd! We have no control! We fall"
"Ease our descent, or it will be the death of you"
"Aye lord!"
The ship moved, screaming through the atsmophere, annointing the skies in flames; scratching a line of black smoke and debris across the orbing skies as it hurtled landwards.
The explosion echoed through the world, shattering whatever calm had existed before the storm; as slowly, the survivorts cralwed from the wreck. Burnt, bruised and bloodied; the Uruks and the Chaos Marines rallied; find most of their number had notsurvived and two still drew breath. It mattered not; in death they would serve to feed them till they could escape this wretched world.
A brooding Terminator Marine and a scar faced Uruk-Hai commander mounted the corpse of the ship.
"We Set up camp! We wait till nightfall!"
"For our Lord and Emperor!"
"For the ruinous Powers!"

OOC: Hey, I was interested, uh, second, can I still join in? Last night my intranet died whilst I was preparing my post. I will still join in if you wish, otherwise, good luck.

Weeelll....

Okay, I'm a softy. But that's it. No more.

Write your planetfall.

The Chaos ship limped from the warp; its crew of Uruks and Space Marines clinging to whatever could steady them as they plunged from the Empyrean to real space; arcing and plummeting through star lit infinity.
"My LOrd! We have no control! We fall"
"Ease our descent, or it will be the death of you"
"Aye lord!"
The ship moved, screaming through the atsmophere, annointing the skies in flames; scratching a line of black smoke and debris across the orbing skies as it hurtled landwards.
The explosion echoed through the world, shattering whatever calm had existed before the storm; as slowly, the survivorts cralwed from the wreck. Burnt, bruised and bloodied; the Uruks and the Chaos Marines rallied; find most of their number had notsurvived and two still drew breath. It mattered not; in death they would serve to feed them till they could escape this wretched world.
A brooding Terminator Marine and a scar faced Uruk-Hai commander mounted the corpse of the ship.
"We Set up camp! We wait till nightfall!"
"For our Lord and Emperor!"
"For the ruinous Powers!"

OOC: So, how many have survived? Where are they? Describe their surroundings. Come on, people! Look at what I wrote. We need more than that!

OOC: heh, thanks.

The Firelance was slowely making its way towards the planet, its sensors sweeping the area, whilst it was hidden in its cloak.

"Sir, nothing to report, there are some recent ion trails in the area, but they seem to have dissapated near the planet."

"Good, bring us out of cloak." the captain said, and the Firelance slid out of the folds between the 3rd and 4th dimension. The temporal Cloak, as it was called.

"Ship has reentered normal space."

"Good, now, make orbit around the planet, and begin active scans, I am curious as to whats down there." he said, before the ship gave an almighty lurch. Klaxons sounded, and lights flashed as the ship was magically, almost impossibly pulled towards the surface.

"Sir, whats going on?"

"Planetfall." he said grimely, before sending out the following message to the crew.

"All hands, Brace for impact."


Info on the Firelance:
The Bladerunner Class Mark IV
Crew: 300
Passengers: 200
Speed: FTL – Warp 10* (Infinity but still limited)
Fuel: Anti-Matter/Dark Matter
Life Support: Indefinate
Armor: Viranium/Trinium 7 Feet, Self Sealing
Weapons:
Forward: 6 LVL 13 Temporal Cannons, Hull Shearing Blade, 4 Dark Matter/Anti-Matter Transphasic Torpedo launchers
Back: 9 Lvl 13 Temporal Cannons
Right: 24 Lvl 13 Temporal Cannons, 6 Dark Matter/Anti-Matter Transphasic Torpedo launchers
Left: 24 Lvl 13 Temporal Cannons, 6 Dark Matter/Anti-Matter Transphasic Torpedo launchers
Top: 20 Lvl 13 Temporal Cannons
Bottom: 18 Lvl 13 Temporal Cannons
Other info: The new workhorse of the Siesatian navy, she carries out some of the most hostile missions. Her hull shearing blade should be feared by all larger Craft.

OOC: im waiting to see how many from other teams survive to post my own causualties.

OOC: You should only have one or two survivors, three pushing it!

Rember, this is about interaction, trust and survival. Put that into your story.

OOC: I was wondering if people would like to do a "Planetfall" RP. Basicly, a ship from each of the selected governments will have crash-landed on a planet, and they need to work together to survive.

This means that there will be little fleet-fighting, but there might be fighting among the survivors...

Anyone interested?

EDIT: In other words, it is similar to the movie Enemy Mine.

OOC:As long as the unit is not lost, I can crash a pretty big ship into the planet ;)

OOC: You should only have one or two survivors, three pushing it!

Rember, this is about interaction, trust and survival. Put that into your story.

I know that, I want to see if I should post one, two or three, right now, i am leaning towards one. Oh, and yes, this does mean that 299 people die on my battleship.

OOC: There are two left, it says that in the post

OOC: If interested, I will crash the TRSS Tiamat, 1.6km, 18.5 million metric tons.... Survivors will be three bridge officers, the Communications officer, Operations, and the Command Master Chief....

'Bloody Hell.' Muttere Rennon, eyes instantly zooming in on the sight below him in the smoldering crater. Great black spires twisted into the night sky, Black armour plate strewn about the field in a mismatched, wanton way.

'That looks like...' His DNI obediently pattern-matched the great hulk, and its myriad survivors, then reported thusly:

Chronosian warship. Patternmatch confirms the fact that those ARE Uruk Hai.

Perhaps it would be best if he skirted this little camp.
He slowly crept away, but cautiously activated the weapon, it's matte black solid built frame comforting in his hands.

The commander whirled around, growling lightly.
"What is it?" The quiet hiss from the Space Marine came, softly and shadowy from within his armor; who knew what horror, cyclopean and ancient lurked within.
"For a moment....I thought we were not alone." It sniffed the air.
"I had thought it was only the death here....But I could almost sense the flesh of men on the air."
"Get back to work, Uruk, we have little time to waste on this place. War is coming; all of Hydran is set to serve our lord and Master"
"Indeed...."

And where was the next landing zone?

East. Six kilometres.

This was odd. Why had these ships crashlanded here? On this one continent? Within such close proximity to each other?

Insufficient data to calculate a possible cause for this scenario. Responded his DNI, dubiously and not without a little hesitance.

Rennon kept moving, disliking this situation more and more.

((OOC: In a sidenote, the UCE have a neutral holding with Chronosia, those who visit our tradeships are treated with caution. Just thought you'd know.))

OOC: The UCE? Explain please. I don't remember them, lol

((You wouldn't. No official posts have been tended. TG me for more info.))

OOC: Check your TGs :P

IC:

Silence surrounded the crashed battlecrab... it's central area was in the main intact by it's appendages had been been mostly ripped off during the landing... the Battlecrab's side opened silently exposing a soul sucking blackness to the forest... a shape appeared to be drawing nearer... in the next seconds this shape walked out of the hole.... it was a tall woman, with long brilliant white hair, with shiny black skin and black eyes that seemed to absorb all the light around them... she wore a beautiful and as yet untouched red silk dress, which seemed to compliment her figure nicely...

She looked around a few times and promptly spoke to the ship in an usual foreign tongue... the ship responded in the same tongue...

(Translated from Vrari)

Woman

Send a distress call, Tacheyon enhanced towards Shadow space... we are not too far out I hope...

Ship:

Yes, mistress it is done. We are 402 light years outside Shadow Space beyond our proposed borders. I will inform you when one of my kin or The Eye responds to our call.

Woman:

Thank you, Frida. How much in the way of supplies do we have?

Frida(Ship):

I can provide you with sustance for 7 years, Mistress...

Woman:

No, I meant anything tasty...

Frida(Ship):

Yes, Mistress. I can procure you food by use of my tractor beams and low level weapons, stocks of food you brought back will last you approxmiately 3 months.

Woman:

Thank you, do you detect any sentient life in the area?

Frida(Ship):

Yes, Mistress. Several beings several of different races, we have Goa'uld and Chronosians. The others are not in my files... you would have to access the Talon's files for their information.

Woman:

Chronosians... those pathetic pretenders to the throne of Chaos... they are slaves to it... we are the masters of Chaos... not it's slaves... but they are allies. The Goa'uld however we may have to eliminate our files about them are extensive, they technology itself is standardised and in many ways primitive militarily so we shouldn't have a problem with them. But their symbioates may get involved and we can't have that...

The woman looked around her... it was a forest, a dense one at that... the hole they had gouged in it was enormous. A testiment to the size of the Battlecrab and as she knew the Shadows were constructed much larger weapons of war... she took out a pistol from her clothes and attached a small purpose built crossbow to her arm... she promptly loaded the later with a clip of five bolts all poisoned. Nobody would find the secrets of the Shadows...

The Uruk brought his scimitar slamming into the side of a tree; hacking away at it until the wooden giant fell, and then he was upon it; hacking and clawing at the wood.
The Marine had started a small fire with his flamer and now sat; staring into the depths of the fire.
"To be stuck here while war is joined; while we retake our former glory....What now is there to aid us? Isolated and seperated from our war brethern."
The Uruk watched him quizzically as he pulled the arm from a dead Uruk, taking a great bite from dead and dripping flesh.
"I know not....but we will survive here till we can be taken back into the fold...This place is a world without true life; only comers and goers of other races"

'This world is odd. The local fauna seem to be mostly immigrants from other planets. And I'm sure these trees are from Earth...'

Indeed, this planet was odd.

According to atmospheric analysis, ships have been passing through this sector for generations. Trace amounts of reaction mass and heavy industry point to colonisation at some point. However there seem to be no active colonies any longer. Reported his DNI, also presenting him with graphs and chemical analyses.

'But why did they leave?'

Insufficient data to calculate a reason. Chirped the DNI.

The Uruk moved through the forest and leapt across a gorge; landing on a leafy outcrtop, orbed by trees. It paused; sniffing the air, it was a scout, and yet....Something was odd here. His feet hit the ground, and he felt metal on metal; looking down at the metal ground dirtied by years of mud and rain. He thumped his foot against it and growled;
So others HAD been here. He chuckled lightly, and moved forward; just as the metal ground gave way below him, and with a roar and a grunt; he plunged into the darkness of ancient industry...

Rennon stopped, and crouched. Something was following him. He could hear it over his audio inputs.

Heavy set bootfalls. Most likely a Chaos Marine or Uruk Hai. Chirped the DNI again.

Sometimes the helpful little AI seemed too happy to report what could easily be his doom.

He swung the rifle about and linked up to its sophisticated armscomp, searching for for a target.

'Bloody Hell, why couldn't Targe be here?' He mumbled, remembering the female security officer's blaze and gung ho attitude. She'd be telling him to ease back and keep moving, away from the sounds, without alerting them to his position.

The Uruk looked up and then looked about him; sunlight filtering down the shaft that he now found himself in, illuminating hard and ancient geometric patterns; walls of sharp edges and linear thought. He looked about him; eyes alighting at the sight of a door; and thursting his hands forward; straining the ancient hinges as they buckled under his might. A low growl filled the dark chamber and he pushed onwards....Somewhere beneath the cold earth; he would find a way to light this labyrinth...And escape its myriad depths

He began to shift, one step at a time, towards the ridge. Anyway out of here would be welcome.

Uruk Hai will track you no matter where you attempt to hide. Advised the DNI.

'I'm a GI, we don't have a scent, DNI!' He hissed, now moving like a shadow towards the ridgetop, gun ahead, eyes scanning in multiple spectrums. His body made barely a track upon the soil.

There's something else out there. Something larger than the Providence and emitting a low resonance pulse. Some kind of communications field. Reported the DNI, a hint of caution bleeding into his voice.

The Uruk battered through the corridors wildly; searching for soem form of power supply and the means to activate it; while high above, the Marine stood at the edge of the gaping hole in the ground and looked down.
The Foolish Uruk had gotten himself trapped; yet these ruins were peculiar.
he knelt, looking down into the deep blackness, almost smiling as he did.
Perhaps being stuck here would yield some good after all. He thought, a chuckle emanating from his dark armor as he did.

IC:

Frida(Ship):

Mistress, a single contact approaches from the South-East, very distinctive on the scanners.

Woman:

Thank you Frida. Please prepare three energy mines to fire at my command.

Frida(Ship):

I am ready, Mistress.

The woman stood in the clearing waiting for her would be intruder, she had assumed a relaxed posed and only the crossbow was evident...

Any non-Shadow would have been very afraid... the area around Frida stank with the stench of Evil... the kind that is millenia old and tends to be rather bad for your health... it was Chaos... pure Chaos... and not like the slave-like Chronosians it was a Mastery of Chaos, as the ideal not as in the Gods...

There is an eruption from nowhere in space... Energies surge as a massive wormhole apature opens... Seconds later, a massive 1.6km long, dark grey vessel emerges from the apature... Battle damage can be seen down the sides of its hull, plasma leaking from some places where power distrobution conduits have ruptured... The large vessel, heading straight into the planet seems oblivious at first... The wormhole behind it slams shut, and all readings of it vanish as the vessel begins to plumet into the planets atmosphere.... Then activity appears, thrusters attempting to change its descent angle... not to much avail however... The atmosphere rushing past the ship, and the intense heat begins to tear large sections of armor plating from the ship... A port pylon, appearantly housing some type of landing and launch bay, tears from it's supports; bodies can be seen sucked out into the thin atmosphere, and being torn apart... The vessel rolls slowly, as more control is lost; thrusters failing left and right... The vessel, it's outter haul almost white hot at this point, can be seen for miles streaking through the atmosphere... The roll manages to level the ship out close to impact... The massive haul digging into the ground, large sections of the ship tearing off.... The aft 1/4 of the vessel rips off, and explodes, generating a massive mushroom cloud, as the rest continues to gouge through hundreds of miles of dirt and rock, leaving a massive valluy behind it.... Moments later it comes to a halt. It's forward section "nosed up" at a slight angle, with a mound of dirt and rock below it, and a long line of destruction in its wake... Trees uprooted, large rocks over turned....

About an hour later, two men, helping a third emerge from the starboard pylon... the wounded one, being helped, coughing up blood... They all fall together when out on the surface... In their mind thinking, "What are we going to do now...."

The Marine raised his head; sensing something nearby. Chaos....Chaos in a raw and terrible form; yet these were not Gods or Daemons....these were mortal. He chuckled. Thoughts and images danced on the wind; some considered themselves masters of Chaos; and us the slaves...
"D'tok, Drakk nen yeut urs...." he chanted, his voice carried on the wind in the black words of prayers to Chaos.
The Eight POinted Star upon his armor spoke true; here was a warrior of Chaos...a Servant to the TRUE master of Chaos. De Drakan and his Primarch brood....

NEW CONTACT! Large collision bearing South West!

Rennon didn't even need the DNI to tell him. The impact was spectacular, even from the ridge. He didn't even contemplate staying and going East. He began to move towards this new disturbance without regard fro the danger he'd just evaded.

'DNI, break down the low resonance pulse. I want to know exactly what that was.' He snapped, urging his body faster.

Considering he was breaking even at 60 Kilometres per hour, one would say that's pretty bloody fast.

One of the men turns to look at their ship.... He stares alonf its starboard pylon at the name for a time, "BSG-8 TRSS Tiamat" can still be seen in the scared scorched haul, a tear in his eye... He then walks over to the injured companion....

"Sir" he says...

The injured man looks up, blue blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth, and down his power-blue cheek..."Y-y-yes Master Chief...."

"The Tiamat is a wreck... I'd recommend looking at trying to salvage what we can to survive..." says Master Chief Veen, "You are in command, sir..."

Lieutenant Commander Pendleton, looks back at the Master Chief... "Admiral Plestus?"

"Dead sir," says Master Chief Veen, "I found him impailed on the command stack... It is just you, Lieutenant Moore, and I."

Looking over at the Lieutenant, LCDR Pendleton says, "Mr. Moore, you and Master Chief Veen, look around the landing bay, get some food supplied and survival gear, and then see about scavenging some equipment from one of the Wasps, if you can find one at least somewhat intact..."

"Yes sir," Lieutenant Moore says, as he and Master Chief Veen walk off to leave the Lieutenant Commander laying outside the landing bay opening ,proped against a rock.

A massive flaming ship caming roaring over head and exploded in the distance...

Woman:

Oh dear, what are the odds of that happening...

Frida(Ship):

I can tell you Mistress they are...

Woman:

I don't want to know. Survivors?

Frida(Ship):

Three. There is another powerful mind/computer/being in the area mistress... it was with that contact from before...

Woman:

Launch an energy mine at their projected position lets find out how intelligent that thing is...

Frida(Ship):

Yes, Mistress.

A large black glowing orb made up of pure energy was flung from the ships body heading towards the projected position of the creature... it had the power to destroy cruisers but it was to explode only as a warning that there were powers not to be contended with on this planet...

It took him well over an hour and a considerable amount of effort later, Rennon found himself looking up at a simply gigantic pylon, jutting out of te landscape like some incredible spire. It was segmented, and the gigantic motors that had once posed the pylon about the central hub were damaged and fractured.

Detecting three survivors, one is outside, and the other two are within, no doubt searching for supplies. His DNI reported.

'...' The GI deactivated his rifle and slid down towards the pylon.

'Hello?' He yelled, his amplified voice booming into the crater.

'I come in peace!' He surmised that considering his massive outlandish voice, he may have just scared the survivors off.

Lieutenant Commander Pendleton heard the voice... instinctively he reached for his waist, but, there was no weapon... For a moment he debated what to do... Then he relunctantly decided, there was little he could do.... Raising his voice, he yelled..."I'm over here... who are you?"

OOC:BTW, the vessel looks like one of these http://www.geocities.com/tekcomputers/OPZ.jpg

Detecting an energy surge from the East. It's definitely a hostile energy weapon of some sort.

'What?!'

Don't worry. It's a deterrent. I've flagged the area as dangerous. It's probably some kind of warship that detected your presence.

'And most likely yours, too.' Sniped the GI.

True enough. Conceded the AI. It's careful calculations told it the Energy Weapon would explode harmlessly overhead. A warning shot.

Rennon queried its trajectory and was relieved when he realised that even the terrain would prevent an accurate targeting solution. The ridge prevented line of sight targetting, and the terrain conspired to put the trajectory of the energy weapon over the Pylon.

Lucky him.

((Well damn, I'd have thought you'd have gone old school and actually had a weapons platform from the Tiamat. Obviously not. Oh well.))

'I'm Rennon! My ship went down about 60 Klicks North East of here. I cam looking for survivors. I'm coming over. Don't shoot!' He yelled back, cautiously making his way towards the voice.

Stress levels in his voice indicate he's in pain. Injuries may be present. Advised the DNI.

'Are you injured? I have some medical supplies in my Pack!'

"Yes," coughs LCRD Pendleton..."I am injured.... There are only three of us, I'm ranking officer, Lieutenant Commander Pendleton, I was the Operations Officer... Lieutenant Moore and Master Chief Veen are inside... I'm not armed...."

Terok watched the two individuals, one aparently named "Rennon," but he wasn't sure who the other was. Terok noticed they did not have the same uniforms: in fact, they were talking to each other as though they were strangers. They were talking about sharing supplies and medicine.

They show nothing but Kek. Terok thought, grinning as he did so. The ship might have been damaged, but the supplies on board should still be in tact.

Terok had no idea how many survivors there might have been, but all he could see were these two. Terok decided to stun them, rather than kill them. In case he needed information from them later.

He put his staff weapon down, and drew both of his Zat’ni’katels.

One shot stuns, two shots kill, three shots disintegrate. Terok thought, gripping a Zat’ni’katel in both hands, his finger on the trigger.

It is time.

"KREE KEK!!" Terok shouted, jumping out from the forest and fired a single shot at each of the men.

'So I see.' He smiled down at the Lieutenant Commander and crouched down to his level. 'I'm UCE DC Lieutenant Rennon Carde.' His eyes switched to multispectrum analysis. Including infrared.

'You've broken your collar bone and you've suffered massive trauma to your duodenum. I can mend the bones, but not the trauma, not without some kind help.' He sighed.

Here comes that energy weapon.

'Bloody Hell!' He yelled, dropping low to the ground as the gigantic charge exploded three hundred metres above the Pylon. For a split second time stopped, and the crater shook with a might that sent cascades of dirt skittering over the pair.

There was no sound, save that of air rapidly filling the hole the energy weapon left behind.

((Two attacks! Yarg, I'm really not liked am I?! Let's just say the Energy weapon took everyone by surprise.))

((Two attacks! Yarg, I'm really not liked am I?! Let's just say the Energy weapon took everyone by surprise.))

OOC: Listen, a Zat gun just covers you in blue electricity, and you're knocked out for a couple o' hours (or minutes, depends on who you are), nothing that bad.

((And that dirty great big Shadow mine is concussive. I've gone and roleplayed it now, and will do the writhe in agony thing in a second, after you pick your ass up off the ground. I wouldn't even say EITHER of us saw you.))

OOC: Got ya.

IC: Terok was smashed against the ground before his shots had reached a target. Some of great power had hit right above them. Terok spat out dirt, as he looked where his shots had landed. Neither of them had hit their targets, as the energy weapon struck just as Terok fired.

Whatever fired that weapon he thought is indeed powerful. Perhaps it was Apophis himself who sent fire from the heavens!

However, Terok saw his chance. Both were on the ground, both helpless.

It was indeed a blessing of Apophis! They are helpless!

"KREE!" Terok shouted, shooting once again.

The GI barely had time to get up, before experiencing what most civilised spacefarers called 'A Zat Gun' personally.

'Yargh!' Yelped the GI, curling into a feotal ball yet not losing consciousness. He could thank his advanced synthetic physiology for the last. He really was not enjoying that fact. Biosynthetic nerves were practically telling him that this would be where a normal human would pass out from pain.

Yet he did not.

Slightly smoking from where the lightning had singed his clothes, the GI stayed motionless, collecting his wits.

OOC: I'm going to wait for Tekania's move before I do what I'm gonna do.

((Ditto.))

At the sound of the explosion, Lieutenant Moore comes scrambling from the Pylon.... followed by Master Chief Veen, towing a grav-sled with equipment behind him... both have changed abit too, wearing some TSF-Marine combat suits they had swipped from the deployment lockers...

As they emerge, they see dirt covering the area where they had left Lieutenant Commander Pendleton... They both run over to the area, and begin digging for the Lieutenant Commander.... (The belt on the suit also seems to have a slight blue glow)...

Teroak decided to then jump out, as the two were digging.

"KREE!! CHO'LA APOPHIS!!" he cried, jumping onto the back of one of the strange men wearing strange armor.

Physiology intact. Disorientation to be expected. That was a Zat’ni’katel, a weapon favoured by the Goa'uld. Designed to stun first, kill second time around. Considering your physiology, I'd find it hard to believe the Zat’ni’katel could do significant damage.

'...' Managed the GI, shakily beginning to stand, shaking the dirt from his prone body. He could feel everything now. His nerves were extra-sensitive due to the trauma.

Master Chief Veen gets a shock from the impact of the man jumping on his back, the shield belt pulses, and the energy surge knocks both of them to the ground... Lieutenant Moore turns to see the Master Chief flung to the ground, shaking his head, slightly disoriented, (the shields were never designed to take hand-to-hand moves in combat, only energy weapons shots, and a few at that); Raising his phase-rifle, Lieutenant Moore turns to the man who attacked Veen, and the one pulling himself from the dirt... "Who are you...?" he shouts... "And what have you attacked us for?!"

Teroak lay down, dust clouding his vision. He was clawing at his eyes, trying to wipe the dust away.

"Nane! Nane!" he shouted at the blurey figures, "Don't shoot!"

OOC: I've got to go. I'll probably check back in at about 3:00

'He's a Jaffa. A Goa'Uld zealot. My advice is to restrain him. He will kill you if he sees such a sacrifice willing to appease his masters.' Hissed Rennon, drunkenly pointing his rifle at the trio.

'And don't point those little popguns at me, I'm not impressed, and my rifle here could do a hell of a lot more damage than yours could.' He warned them.

The Master Chief pulls the belt off.... grumbling, "We only found a few, and this one is spent...." as smoke pours from some of the devices emiters.... He pulls the power pack off of it...

"Chief, get the Commander out...." says LT. Moore.... And turning again to the man... "Look, we're not hostile..." he says in anger, his blood red eyes, and his blue skin flushing as he talks.... "There's no need to attack us! We're explorers by nature! For Chronos Sake!"

The Chief finally pulls the commander out....

Keeping his rifle trained on the Goa'Uld, he looks at the other man, "Goa'Uld? Zealot of what? Sacrifice? I'll tell you what, you guys have a very violent galaxy here... We've only been in this galaxy for 3 days, and we've been unprovokenly attacked twice, and even after crashing, we're still being shot at!"

'I understand your concerns. I've just been zapped with the bugzapper from Hell, and I'm stuck on this planet with a bunch of humanoids and an AI.'

I heard that!

'I won't shoot. Your superior officer was just about to recieve my aid when the concussion blast hit. And then that prick -' The GI jabbed a finger at the Jaffa. '- ambushed us.'

'Excuse me if I'm being just a little pedantic. I have a right to be.' He snapped. Before laying the [deactivated] rifle against an armour plate.

'He's got a broken collar bone and severe trauma to the duodenum. That's why he's coughing up blood. I can heal the trauma, but I'll need some medical supplies and something flat to lie him on.'

"Master Chief," says, LT. Moore, "watch that Jaffar, or whatever it is..."

The Master Chief picks up a phase rifle, arms it and points it at the Jaffa... as Lieutenant Moore pulls a case from the sled, opens it up by the Commander.... the case has alot of gadgets in it, an assortment of pain supressants, and other medications, a hypo-spray, bio-regerator, for skin and bones, a neural stimulator, and a few packets of gause, and other battle-dressing stuff....

"I am Lieutenant Moore, I was the Communications officer, and my collegue is Master Chief Veen, the Command Master Chief...." say LT. Moore.

'Hmm. Hold on. I'll need a supplement.' He pulls the one shot nanorepair hypospray out of his own pack, and looks over the rest.
'Regen packs. Excellent.' He smiled for the first time.

'Okay, now all we need is a flat surface.' He nodded. 'What about in the pylon?'

"Yes, most of the launch deck is still intact... Master Chief, don't let that Jaffer out of your sight...." says Lieutenant Moore... Who then picks up LCDR Pendleton... "What are these Jaffers and Goalds anyway?" he asks as he heads to the bay entrance at of the fore part of the Pylon...

'The Goa'uld are a race of intelligent worms, which can infest a living host and control them. They're about as long as your arm and normally enter via your abdominal region, through a ritualistic cut.' He ducked under a broken panel as he followed the Lieutenant.

'Obviously, Hosts are hard to come by. They established themselves as Gods that date back millenia in Earth culture, and many others. Their disciples believe without question that the symbiote they recieve is a gift from the 'Gods'. It's a vicious practise, and one frowned upon by the Neutral Line Space Nations. The technology the Goa'uld have is more than enough to establish such Religions amongst primitive societies.' He went on, again ducking.

'In short, the Goa'uld are parasites, and the Jaffa their unswerving servants. They have conquered millions of cultures. Earth is perhaps one of the only bastions that resisted proscetylisation by the Goa'uld.' He looked for a flat surface and smiled at the medical examination tables.

'Perfect, lay him there.'

((enough from me tonight. If you wish to talk, simply add my msn account. ArisennightmareFX@hotmail.com 'tis 3:40 AM.))

LT Moore, lays the LCDR on the table....

"Parasites... and they are intelligent? Interesting, never seen a paresitical creature attain any degree of intelligence before... If we can make it back to the Republic with this kind of information; at least 2000 people didn't have to die completely in vain..." says LT. Moore, "And, these.... Jaffa worship them? So, I take even though they have advanced weapondry, they are from primitive societies?...."... then reaching into another pack he pulls out some blue canisters.... "These are cobalt supliments.... With the ammoung of blood Commander Pendleton is loosing, he likely to need them..."

"Worship worms!? Hardly!" Teroak shouted in anger, actually standing up a bit as he said this...though aware of the gun the one still posessed. Already he could feel his wounds healing through his symbiote.

"The Symbiotes are gifts from the God Apophis! They heal us and give us strength! They do not possess us! They are simply appart of us, in our pouch in our stomach!"

Teroak looked around the ship franticly, hoping Apophis had given some aid to his servant.

Near the flat surface the two humans had laid the one called Pendleton on, he saw it:

One of the Zat'ni'katel.

One of the human fools had brought it in with him, and it had fallen off of his person.

I must reach it. Teroak thought, immediately turning his eyes away so no one would notice he was looking at it.

Instead, he looked at the surface and said, "You will not need to heal him! He should revive on his own."

Teorak began to inch slowly forwards

A few more meters... Teorak thought, edging closer to the Zat.

"And it won't matter. That "concussion blast" was nothing more than my god Apophis calling forth magic from the skies. You cannot face a god."

So close...I can't betray myself now. Teorak thought, edging still closer to the Zat, all the while still staring at the table...

"Gods?" says Master Chief Veen, "sounds more like exploitation of primitive species... Humans can be so gullible sometimes", he chuckles, his red eyes lighting up, and his blue skin flushing darker... "Wait till GEDRA makes more appearances in this Galaxy.... We'll be putting a stop to that kind of activity..."(there is a light chirp)... "Ay democratia sen antiposahsohpehooee tayn ekmetalleoosay tohn prohtogonohn eheedohn... Blaspheymeeah aootoh...." (he slaps a device at his hip, and there is another chirp....).. "The Republic does not stand by the exploitation of primitive species..."

"We are not exploited." Teroak said calmly, edging closer to the Zat gun as he did so, "We simply serve our Gods, who in turn protect us! After all, they are Gods! How can you talk ill against them! They will destroy you with fire from the heavens, just as they did before I attacked!"

Almost there... Teroak thought, he was only about a half-meter away.

"And soon, you will feel the wrath of the Goa'ULD!" That last part he shouted, for he dived for the gun and picked it up, rising to his feet.

"And now, you all die!" Teorak said, looking over the group of men surrounding the table, his eyes shining with malace.

"I believe another shock could kill you," Teorak said, looking at the GI standing before him, "so, I say to you go-"

Teorak suddenly clenched his side, and colapsed onto the ground. His symbiote was begining to squirm around inside of his pouch, it was getting adjatated. Teorak looked his stomach for a moment, when his symbiote suddenly stuck its head outside of the pouch, screetching."

"Kelnorim!" Teorak said quickly, realizing he had not performed Kelnorim for several days (he had been on active piolet duties for quite a while), and the injuries he had ensured throughout the day must have done quite a lot of damage.

He colapsed to the floor, quickly entering a state of Kelnorim to restore his health.

The Chief watches as the Jaffa falls in surprise... Then grabbing a device from his pocket, he scans the body.... "He's still alive... what the hell happened?" Then dismissing it, he grabs the weapon the Jaffa had grabed; places it into a holster, and then he goes over the the sled and grabs a couple of modules in their.

One appears to be a power module, which he hooks into the larger device.... after pressing some buttons, a voice can be heard....

TRSS Tiamat, officers, or crew.... This is the TRSS Kali, this is an automated message... Report back on GEDRA Channel 5 to confirm position... message to repeat....

The chief makes some adjustments, and then goes presses a key.... the device sparks, and dies.... "Damn it all to hell!" the Chief shouts.... and then proceeds to open up and tinker with the device...

It was dark in his head.

Teroak's symbiote stood before him, glowing slightly against the backdrop.

Teeeroak. We must join. We must heal. it said, with a glint in its eyes.
I almost lost you, Anbaul. Teroak said, relaxing his mind.
As did we, Teroak, as did we. Anbaul said, a faintness in its voice.

Teroak began to concentrate, his meditaiton becoming more and more deep as Anbaul's body and mind became one with Teroak. Teroak viewed his body and saw that he had sustained a concussion, as well as severe internal bleeding inside of his left arm. He hadn't noticed it as he ramped through the woods or looked in the cockpit of the Deathglider. His symbiote must have been masking the pain.

We must fix this first, then concentrate on fixing that concusion. Teroak said.
I agree. Anbaul said, and begun to heal Teroak, as it had for the past 50 years.

Onil stood weakly beside his singed stasis-cum-escape pod, trying with little success to piece together the reality of his situation. The last thing he remembered was waking his comrade for duty and climbing into the pod himself.

“Well...” he said to himself, “I am awake, and I can breathe. Am I home? I see nothing... this must be the Rustican wastelands. That makes precious little sense. What date is this?” He sighed.

Onil was from Tudkaha province, the Empire’s largest at perhaps one and a half billion citizens and slaves in all. He had the appearance of an Indian man, and one who’d spent several months sleeping in a zero gravity environment. He was dressed in the loose pyjama-like shirt and trousers in which he’d entered the pod, barefoot, and had nothing in the way or arms or supplies. He was, though not absolutely sure of it, the first member of the Ralish civilisation to set foot on a foreign world.

He looked around for his comrades, but was not surprised to see nothing of them. Nobody had been sure that the pods he arrived in would survive re-entry on Aisa, let alone a foreign world, if this was so. The crew was supposed to return to orbit around their planet, dock with the space station Golden Firmament, and return to land aboard a shuttlecraft. Besides, there were only two pods, and there had been three hands aboard ship. This was certainly not good news.

With nothing else to do, Onil picked a direction and began to walk. His only hope was that this was Aisa, and that something had gone wrong on the way home, because if it were any other planet, he was alone and years from a rescue that really he couldn’t expect.

Alien beings were the absolute last thing he imagined that he might find.

Kail and the earth caste, who he had discovered was called Creed. He chaeked the systems of the Pod, it still was able to move, weapons where functioning, the only thing that worried him was the power supply. He looked at his surroundings. THey remined him of the northland, where the mountines gave in to the forests, where the Morthdrel lurked. He had been watching the different crashes with mild intrest, if thy stayed near the pod, they would be safe. No sooner had he thought this then the pod made a groaning sound, then all the lights shut off. He swore, the pod was jamed, and out of power, as such, he and Creed had only a Pulse Rifle and Pulse Carbine, Two pulse swords, a few days of trail rations, and a number of Tools Creed could not seem to let go. He stood, looking around the forest, a sudden feeling of uneasines swept over him. The nighttime visions of the Morthdrel came to him, and he felt like running.

OOC I shall post again later, where he finds on of the groups.

OOC: Wow, you guys are insane, I leave to work a bit, and you go and post 3 pages. Heh, I will never be able to keep up. So I will eat my causualties, and get back to the major conflicts I am involved in. Such as taking Indra Prime, the most powerful Temporal Tech nation to ever hit this multiverse. So, I wish you all good luck, and my appologies that I could not join in, as I was so hoping to meet the jaffa.

JAFFA KREE!!!!!

Later much.

OOC: Wow, you guys are insane, I leave to work a bit, and you go and post 3 pages. Heh, I will never be able to keep up. So I will eat my causualties, and get back to the major conflicts I am involved in. Such as taking Indra Prime, the most powerful Temporal Tech nation to ever hit this multiverse. So, I wish you all good luck, and my appologies that I could not join in, as I was so hoping to meet the jaffa.

JAFFA KREE!!!!!

Later much.

OOC: >_< Bye! I was hoping to encounter you guys too.

Too bad.

OOC: Wow, you guys are insane, I leave to work a bit, and you go and post 3 pages. Heh, I will never be able to keep up. So I will eat my causualties, and get back to the major conflicts I am involved in. Such as taking Indra Prime, the most powerful Temporal Tech nation to ever hit this multiverse. So, I wish you all good luck, and my appologies that I could not join in, as I was so hoping to meet the jaffa.

JAFFA KREE!!!!!

Later much.

OOC: I really see no reason why you can't... Nothing that has occured in the interim has directly involved you...

OOC: BTW. I plan on starting a second thread involving the TRSS Kali, in this same region, on its missions through the sector searching for the Tiamat... Keep your eyes open, Goa'Uld.... Unlike the Tiamat, the Kali is a new class of Tekanian SCV(Sector Control Vessel), about 3.06km in length, over 30 million metric tons; which puts it about the same size as Anubis' mothership. And, BTW... I do have a few SCV's you might like the names of: BSG-11 is the TRSS Ra, BSG-10 is the TRSS Hathor, BSG-9 is the TRSS Anubis ;) They are in the same class as the Tiamat (BSG-8).)

OOC: I really see no reason why you can't... Nothing that has occured in the interim has directly involved you...

OOC: BTW. I plan on starting a second thread involving the TRSS Kali, in this same region, on its missions through the sector searching for the Tiamat... Keep your eyes open, Goa'Uld.... Unlike the Tiamat, the Kali is a new class of Tekanian SCV(Sector Control Vessel), about 3.06km in length, over 30 million metric tons; which puts it about the same size as Anubis' mothership. And, BTW... I do have a few SCV's you might like the names of: BSG-11 is the TRSS Ra, BSG-10 is the TRSS Hathor, BSG-9 is the TRSS Anubis ;) They are in the same class as the Tiamat (BSG-8).)

Why don't we just wait until this thread develops a bit, n'kay? I can't stop you, but I just feel we should progress a little more first.

Why don't we just wait until this thread develops a bit, n'kay? I can't stop you, but I just feel we should progress a little more first.

OOC: Oh, not planning on finding them for awhile anyway... Kind of a parrellel story line, for the TRSS Kali, TRSS Anubis on their quest for the TRSS Tiamat... Eventually with convergence.... once this one is exausted... But, I'd like to have some exploratory involvement in this galaxy... open, other party involvement.... and you can throw system lords at me now and again. Really, mostly a seperate story line, except for the small interconnection in backdrop.

The uruk hit a switch and light, cold and bitter, illuminated the dank ruins of ancient times....
High above; the thudding boots of the Space marine echoed through the forest; as it held a Bedlam staff in one hand, and a bolter pistol in the other....Here, alone the sorceror stood; as a rumble echoed through the forest.
Smoke billowed dully from long chocked furnaces; a slight signal fire in light of the barren world. He smirked slightly; moving forward, as far below; the creature stared at architecture alien to him, in relative wonder.
"An unknown race came forth...And brought with them the fruits of the universe; yet what struck them down....What evil or what plague took them from this place, I wonder....?"

The GI hissed at the sight of the Symbiote.

'Those bloody things destroyed Beautiful Dreamer, a neutral tradeship on the outskirts of UCE known space. The closest thing I had to a family worked on that ship, and their zealots mean nothing more to me than dust. I told you to restrain him.'

I have a hypothesis upon this planet, Rennon.

His head snapped up, a habit that most humans had when dealing with the unseen DNI.

'Go ahead, DNI.'

Trace elements point towards an early colonisation approach, which was abandoned sometime in the last century. I have no doubt that if we delved deeper into the matter, both figuratively, and literally, that we will find remains of the past. I cannot identify the species or civilisation, but judging from the heavy trace elemental particles, including rudimentary Reaction Mass and primitive vaporised alloys, I'd say they were very new to the game when they landed.

'But what made them leave?'

I find no evidence to believe they ever did leave, Rennon. Nothing. What sensor logs I managed to download from ADA tell me that there are no sophisticated launch vehicles or facilities on the ground, and that there was a significant debris ring in low planetary orbit. Whoever colonised this planet didn't make it back off.

'But... If they didn't leave... Why aren't there any colonies?'

I do not have enough information to calculate a hypothesis yet.

The Master Chief picks his scanner back up to scan the unit he's working on.... the the display still shows the readings from his scan of the Jaffa..... he notices something..."What the hell?.... SIR!" He yells over to Lieutenant Moore....

The Lieutenant turns to see the Master Chief running towards him.... when he get to there, he shows the screen of the device to the LT.....

"What? The creature has NQ in his blood stream!" the LT remarks in surprise out loud....

The GI blinked in surprise. 'NQ?'

He set about healing the damage to the LC, and told his DNI to monitor their response whilst he worked.

'This may hurt.' He advised to Pembleton, before carefully gripping the bone in question and shifting it back into place against Pembleton's array of bones. The quick application of nanites to the affected area had them repairing the fracture and manufacturing new bone.

Now. He looked at the Humanoid's bare chest and sat back on his haunches.

'I'd say the Nanorepair factories can repair the damage, you've just practically got a gigantic hematoma. I'll have the nanites programmed to replicate blood and revive the dead and damaged tissue. This will feel pretty weird.' He advised, before placing the small hypospray on the alien's chest and thumbing the Nanites into his body.

Nanite Factory Control: What orders?

'Complete repair of all damage and internal bleeding, using cobalt that I will supply. Also, I've reset the right collar bone and have lesser nanites fixing the bone, if you could look over their work and refine it if necessary.'

Understood.

'There's nothing more I can do for now, just lie back and enjoy the ride.' The Sarcasm rode freely on his face.

'Now, what's this about NQ?' He asked the Master Chief, walking over to them, and picking up his rifle. It was a comfort thing.

Kail moved through the woods, his green grey armour blending in with the surroundings. His Pulse Rifle was held in front of him, and he had the heat sinks in his helmate activated. He was walking through when he saw a number of orange shapes, and another one further away. He gestured towards Creed, who moved silently beside him. Kail handed him a com unit, which he put on silently.

"There are a number of human sized creatures over there" He said softly while pointing in the direction of the ship. "There is another over in that direction, we will go towards the numbers, but I want you to use your scope to keep an eye on the otherone. Understand?" Creed nodded, and behnd the Helmate, Kail Smiled.

"For the Emperor" Kail wispered "And the Greater Good" Creed Replied.

I'm detecting small comm unit transfers nearby. I'm attempting to break the encryption.

'...' Rennon didn't like the sound of that.

'We may have hostiles nearby, my AI is attempting to decrypt the comms signals, but I say we be ready for anything.' He advised the others, activating his rifle and switching to multispectral targeting.

Whoever they were... They were good at hiding.

OOC Ahhh, the marvles of Tsurani Tech.

IC When the waves where picked up, there was a lessaning of the transfere to the earpeace. While they would not be able to detect it, the earpeace started to beep.

"Damn, where being intercepted." He said. Not that it was any matter, the New Tsurani Langege was yet to be translated into any other. The Fire warrior and builder had their weapons primed, and they where hidden. They needed only to wait.

((Ahh, the Marvels of advanced DNI AI))

The language is alien to me. But the intonations would suggest they have the pylon in their sights. I'll need a better sample of the language before I totally know what they want. And the Comms are pretty sophisticated. Almost up to our level. They probably know I intercepted the comms.

'Bugger, that's damned good.' Muttered the GI, zeroing his sights on the rifle.

It looks... Kitbashed. Their encryption doesn't feel like theirs. Was the DNI's last comment.

Kail had had enough, he could not see the people, and Creed was notas fit as him. Already the rigors of the trip where showing. He also had no armour, and he had no idea how to hold a weapon. On the otherhand, the ones inside seemed to have many weapons. He sighed, and told Creed to stand with him.

They moved towards the building, their weapons in hand. While they where pointed down. This would not comfort most humans, as both beings where 9 foot tall. Kail had taken off his helmate, to reveal a Human like face. He had blue eyes, and his hair was as pale as the full moon. Creed on the other hand was black, his skin showing the Keshian Ansestory in his blood. His hair was also black, and his eyes where a deep brown. Both had moved their wings out, something that had been foled apon the body before, now both could be seen. Both beingwhere different, with Kail being lighter, fitter, and Creed looking much stronger. Both moved slowly, and their weapons pointed to the ground, Tsurani for Ceasefire.

Emerging from the subterranean catacombs; the Uruk peaked out nervously. In the distance he could see a pylon justting from the mauled earth; yet no sign of the MArine who had accompanied him.
It holstered its bolter and shoulder its Scimitar; looking out across the vast plains and forests; his hand gently running over the belt which held his grenades on.
Taking one; priming it; he launched it madcap into the forest....This would raise his profile

"NQ," says LT. Moore, "Is the code for the material we make our Kraskinov Drive out of... It's a super-dense exotic element, atomic number 299, it naturally occurs on the homeworlds second moon.... It acts as an energy amplifier.... The physics get pretty complicated, but basically we use it to generate a neutrino stream, to open and stabalize a wormhole between, almost, any two points in space.... Present technology on the Mark12 drive units allow us to create distances up to about, at least theoretically, seventy-two million light years.... It lets us jump intergalactic distances in seconds... And how we do most of our hyper-deep exploration... This is the first time we've seen the material outside of the home system... Up to this point, at least, it had always been assumed it never existed anywhere else........"

'NQ, eh? I think we've encountered the element before. Incredibly dense. Yeah, my DNI can probably tell you what other civilisations have encountered the element. I don't believe that anyone has encountered it inside a body before. What kind of effects would its presence inside a host body have?'

His head turned, and he grimaced.

'I see movement. I'm going down there.' He hissed, beginning to walk down the corridor towards the entrance, activating his Thermoptics as he walked. A ripple of static electricity washed over his body, as his uniform warped light and bled the heat away from his synthetic body.

They've stopped broadcasting. Be careful. Warned the DNI. He crept closer, his eyes focussing on the sight of what looked like two humanoids in the distance.

'Hello??' He yelled.

Explosion! Concussion or fragmentation grenade, in the forest beyond the crater ridge. Pattern-match is running a comparison. Confirmed his DNI, commenting on what Rennon thought was thunder.

'HELLO? Is there anyone alive out here?' He shrugged and switched off the thermoptics, menacing rifle pointed downwards.

Are you sure that's wise? Also, it was a Chronosian Infantry grenade. Our friends from before may be close.

Creed heard something, and nodded towards Kail. Kail listened, and could hear some sort of dialect.He scanned His systems, it must be Terran, he prayed to the Emperor and the Valheru to help him, and he found it. Translations may not have been given to the outside community, but all helmate systems had the fuction to translate so he cold understand and he could talk.

"We are, we come in Peaces." He said, not seeing the Technical glitch.

'...' The GI thought it best not to comment on the grammar, and walked out into the open, large black rifle slung over his shoulder, once again deactivated.

'I'm Lieutenant Carde, UCE 'D' Corps. I don't recognise your race.'

Interesting. Their helmets seem to translate. Some kind of conversion matrix.

'I, and the other's within the Pylon also come in peace.' He explained, smiling beatifically at the two aliens, blue eyes scanning these newcomers desultorily.

'Are either of you injured or require assistance?'

OOC: My my haven't we moved on fast...

IC:


Frida(Ship): Mistress, the creatures are gathering and appearing to be discussing things.

Woman: Please relay the conversation outloud Frida. Have those three energy mines on stand by. Oh by the way, mind starting a fire for me...

The woman indicated the pile of wood she had amassed near the ship...

Frida(Ship): Yes, Mistress

The ship fired one of it's Quantum bolt Cannons at the logs... it vapourised part of logs but the release of energy was so great that it started a fire in the surrounding wood. It had obviously been done on the lowest power it was possible to fire such a weapon on.

Woman: Thank you, Frida

Frida(Ship): You are welcome, Mistress

The woman relaxed by the fire listening to the chatter of the inferior races, she began to think of her race and their history as well as their ultimate goal...

OOC HAHA, found my translator. Thats good.

Kail listened to the words, then he shook his head. He slung his rifle on his shoulder, and Creed did the same with his Carbine. Kail then spoke, forgettinghe only had the earpeice of his helmate on.

"Hatwä Elphá ódën óúyen eední?" He said in a low voice. Creed took out his tools and spoke in the same langage as the the GI.

"He says what help do you need?" He said in an almost mocking tone. "You will have to exscuse him, he is a new recruit, and only went through trainig. He still needs to do Langage." He smiled, "So, what have we got to work with?"

((The DNI is practically a person in its own right, and it has access to Rennon's six senses. All of which are much more sensitive than normal human senses.))

The GI smiled understandably.

'We have the Pylon. There's supplies between the current people aboard for at least a week or two, and the Nightingale Rescue Fleet should be able to pick up everyone here within a day or two, and return you to your homeworlds.'

He indicated his weapon carefully.

'We have my rifle, two Goa'uld Zat guns, a Goa'uld Stave, two pulse guns, and plenty of ammunition. And of course, whatever you two have on your person.'

'Tactically, we have two problems. There's some kind of warship about 60 Klicks East of here that fired upon me, a warning shot I'd guess. And we have Chronosians somewhere in the forest. You heard the explosion.'

Creed listened to everything and smiled. "I do belive I can help you. If we can get the Escape pod here, then I will be able to increase the food to 7 weeks. We will also have a automated defence system. The Only problem will be getting it here." He walked inside, sitting down, ignoreing everyone else. "How to get it here."

Kail was worried, How did Creed know how to speak the Terran Touge? Had he been taught something the Warrior hadn't? He assumed so, and assumed the Emperor had he reasons for doing so.

Blinking in surprise, the GI looked at the technician oddly.

I'm surprised, there seems to be some segregation here between the technician and the warrior. Perhaps it's some kind of racial seperation? Supplied the DNI. However, the 'D' Corps man wasn't interested in internal politics at this moment.

'How much does the Pod weigh?' He asked cryptically.

((So... Desperate... To join... As... One loyalist... In fighter. Please let me join. I'll try not to make things more complicated, and I'll bring down something useful, no doubt.))

OOC: I think we need to be careful about making assumptions about characters. Naquadah doesn't flow through Jaffa's blood, just the blood of those who have been taken over by a Goa'uld. Jaffa's hold a Goa'uld symbiote within them, but they act more like another organ in thier body. A reall Goa'uld enters through the neck, back of the throat, or any other soft-tissue spot they can find to attach themselves to the brain and spinal cord.

So, lets say that was the symbiotes blood you just analyzed ^_^

IC:
Teorak awoke.

He was lying on the cold, hard floor. His hands and feet were bound with a strong cabel of some kind. The room itself was empty and half in shadow, save for the body of the incapacitated Pendleton. Every so often, Pendleton emited a groan and shifted around a bit. He was obviously still wounded.

Kek Teorak thought they have nothing but Kek.

Teorak squirmed around the floor as best as he could. He felt revived, refreshed. Several days of intense battles versus Ra's Deathglider patrols in nearby systems had taken their toll, and he had not been able to initiate Kelnorim for many days. He had only been able to land, get food and supplies, then continue to fight Ra's forces. They seemed to be getting stronger every day. But, there was nothing that he and Shaq'Ran couldn't handl-

Teorak stopped, the sudden pain of remorse hitting him.

Shaq'Ran he thought brother, how could you have died!? We had fought against the servants of the Gods themselves, you showed years of loyalty and devotion to Apophis, and yet you died!

Teorak paused for a moment, remembering what the strangers had said about the Goa'uld.

Why would the Apophis allow this to happen? he thought, doubt crossing his mind for the first time.

He curled up and began to cry.

((So... Desperate... To join... As... One loyalist... In fighter. Please let me join. I'll try not to make things more complicated, and I'll bring down something useful, no doubt.))

OOC: I'm sorry :_: We had one-too-many people already. This might not be the only topic like this, though. So I'll save you a spot next time.

((Really? Then why did Te'alc (Sp?) have riual crosscuts on his abdomen for the first and second season? I'm confused.))

((Really? Then why did Te'alc (Sp?) have riual crosscuts on his abdomen for the first and second season? I'm confused.))

OOC: Jaffa are normal humans. At the time of puberty, a pouch is put into them, just above their stomach. In other words, they get a little pouch between the skin in their stomach. This pouch keeps the symbiote alive via electrical impulses in an aqueous environment, and in turn the symbiote acts like a seperate healing organ.

A Goa'uld is someone who has actually had a mature symbiote enter through his or her throat, neck, ect. and attached itself to his or her brain and spinal cord. Then, the Goa'uld takes control of the human host, and naquadah is put into his or her bloodstream. A Jaffa is still sentient, and there is a difference between the symbiote and the Jaffa's mind. Only in Kelnorim can the two minds become one and a healing process begin. A Jaffa does not have naquadah, which is why Ribbon Weapons (hand weapons), which require Naquahdah in the bloodstream to use, cannot be used by normal Jaffa.

Oh, and when a Goa'uld actually takes over a person, that is when you have the glowing eyes thing.

((Trippy effect I'll add. Thanks for helping me with that. It really did confuse the bloody hells out of me. Roight, now all we need is Lesser Tsurani to post.))

((Trippy effect I'll add. Thanks for helping me with that. It really did confuse the bloody hells out of me. Roight, now all we need is Lesser Tsurani to post.))

OOC: Your welcome.

The Uruk sniffed the air and moved onwards through the forest, stopping every so often to slam a grenade; timer enabled for five minutes, into the ground or a nearby tree; marking a path for himself; smirking lightly...Soon all trace of him would be gone; and if he could explain the nameless dread haunting him; the feeling that there were others nearby....Well, perhaps his surprise would scare them off.
Either way; he invisioned a lot of spare firewood...

Master Chief Veen, sat back down, and began tinkering with the device again...

He opens it up to begins working on the the interior... Inside is a sequence of control crystals and isolinear components, a broken ring (which he removes and discards). He then begins tinkering with crystals, picking out a few here and there that are cracked...

*Bump

OOC: I wish people would respond to me more in this and the other thread.

OOC: I wish people would respond to me more in this and the other thread.

OOC: You aren't doing anything yet, you're just blowing stuff up. I don't know about you, but if I knew there was something out there blowing stuff up, I wouldn't go looking for them.

OOC: Surely you'd be curious :P
Besides; its trying to root out others; it knows somethings out there; just not what or who

OOC: Surely you'd be curious :P
Besides; its trying to root out others; it knows somethings out there; just not what or who

Since you're on right now, why don't you do a little more RP'ing. Remember, you can put your character(s) in a bad situation so the plot can develop.

OOC: I know; but yours could get into a similarly bad situation.

IC:
The Uruk continued running through the forest; leaping down and landing, kneeling on some rocks as explosions rocked the forest, debris and dust; wood and flaming chunks of tree hurtled through the air as he crouched low to the ground, looking down; from a distance he could see the GI and smirked....He knew there had been someone.
he slunk forward slightly, quietly; as a few loose rocks and pebbles tumbled down the ridge.

Kail turned to the sound, his pulse rifle pointed. He quickly attached the forward helmate part, and turned on the heat sink. He saw a shape up there, the red silluet standing out through the trees.

"Hëretá sïen ómeonesä puën heretí." He said quickly. "Óden óúyën ántwá emen óten iréfï?"

Creed considered the question. "Hmm,aproxamatly the same weight as a Terran Car." He then turned when Kail Shouted. "There is someone up there." He said slowly. "He wants to know if he should fire."

Teorak uncurled his body, and whiped his face.

I cannot show Kek. Teorak thought, looking straight forwards, his eyes puffy and red.

I must be strong. Kek is weakness, Kek is death.

But, at the same time...he felt in his heart an abance.

I wish Shaq'Ran were still alive. he thought, rather simply.

Teorak felt it - he did not want to resist anymore. He did not care if his captors wished him dead. He would invite death.

Teorak looked at the bindings which bound him, and saw how they were simply knoted. In a few seconds, after flexing his muscles and twisting his arms, he was able to snap the rope into pieces.

An odd weapon sat on the table. He did not want it.

How can I fight? he thought Shaq'Ran is dead. Everyone I cared for: young Rak'Nor, Master Ryk'L, my wife Neith, they all think I'm dead. I might as well be.

Teorak unbound his legs, and stood up. He passed by the table with Pendleton on it, but did not do anything to him. He simply staggered through the ships halls, in an almost dream-like state.

OOC: People, we need to have more description about where you are in each post. It's hard to follow where everyone is at all times.

Kail stood outside the Spire, his gun aimed toward the Uruk. He waited for 20 seconds, the appropriate time for orders, before fireing a clip into the forest. THe Blue shots with grey centers made large amount of bark fly, none of the shots where ment to hit, but acted as a warning. Kail moved his hand and unclipped the Pulse sword, hopeing he would not have to use it.

Creed ignored the shots, he was standing at the table, making himself a mental map of the area. He got out a illithium pen, and started to draw on the metal, the metal melting under the acid. He had a fairly rough outline of what he new.

Master Chief Veen, sitting over to the desk side in the pylon, saw the Jaffa stagger off into the darkness of the ship.....

(Where is he going) he thought to himself.... Peering into the darkness, his almost ruby red eyes, penetrating the darkness of the recesses of the ruins of the Tiamat... He placed the equipment down, and stood, and walked into the darkness in persuit, following the slight heat trail left in the Duranium deck plating, occationally glancing over, as he steps over the bodies of his former crewmates, the sticky, metalic smell of oxidizing cobalt from blood on the decks.....

--- Tekanians are an interesting race, marginally humanoid, their skin and blood are blue, from their blood chemistry being based off of cobalt rather than iron. Their eyes remarkably accustomed to darker enviroments, though readily adaptable, and able to see slightly into the infrared range. While hair color varies, much like other humanoids, it remains mostly black, brown, and dark red in coloration; all posessing the same, blood to ruby red eyes....

Teorak stepped onto the exit of the Spire - only to see a strange humanoid pulling a gun out at a...what was that!? Teorak had never seen a creature like this before!

Teorak decided it didn't mater, his mind filled with suicidal thoughts. He shouted out to them, "KREE!! I am here, since you are obviously the allies or the conquerors of my captors. You may do what you wish to me. I care not."

Teorak fell to both knees, his head bowed and his arms outstretched, the perfect form of prostration.

Teorak waited for the blow to strike.

The Chief steps out into the blaring sun, to see the Jaffa yelling at someone......

"You! Signalling re-enforcements!?" Master Chief Veen yells at him, his eyes just adjusting to the new conditions... He goes to his belt for his phase pistol...... it's not there...... (Damnit, he thinks...... I must have lost it in the ship......)

Kail ignored the two near him. Fireing another clip into the bushes, he pointed his gun to the floor. "Ómëcë Owndë érëha oúldwú óúyén" He yelled. ((Means "Come down Here")) "Hówsá óuryë äcéfä" ((Show your face))

Creed looked at the map, then drew the most direct parth to the pod. He made a cross referance, then called the Scarecrow LT. "This is where we are." He said softly pointing to his map. "This is where the pod is, it took us aproxamatly 5 minutes to get from here to their at a light jog. So it is not far."

'Excellent. I can probably lift and carry it, provided I have someone to support me.' How he loved being a GI.

I've uploaded a map, peruse and see if this is acceptable. Reported the DNI, translating the iconography into an actual virtual image. The only hard part would be the ridge. However, if it was capable of surviving a crashlanding, a simple roll downhill would not faze it one bit.
'I'll need a guide, and an armed one at that, I'll need both hands.' He asked.

The GI twisted and watched the Master Chief run towards the prostrate Goa'uld. Those suicidal cries fell on sensitive ears.
To let him die wiould violate UCE martial doctrine...
'I know...' Something said the Zealot should die, slowly. He left the decision to the Master Chief.

Uruk Hai infantry soldier, armament unknown, the Chaos Marine is nowhere to be seen. This could be a trap. Cautioned the AI, programming targeting solutions for the Uruk Hai, whilst simultaneously searching for any other targets amongst the forest.

'That's futile, the armour those Marines wear registers as null on most sensors.' Advised the GI, gun's safety deactivated, and the hum of high powered electromagnets registered the gun as primed, before the muffler quashed the sound.

'Come out with your hands up, Uruk, and we'll spare any unnecessary bloodshed.' Ordered the Lieutenant.

Teorak remained in his position, wondering why there was no pain.

Why have they not killed me!? he thought, his mind racing.
They should have killed me. Apophis, Ra, Chronus, they all would have done the same: they would have killed me.

Teorak looked up, and saw that the two men were focused on something out in the forest. He called out to the GI:

"GI, Kree! Why do you not kill me!?"

"Why would we want to kill you?" the Master Chief blurts, somewhat unexpectedly... the back of his mind racing, he has no weapon, and no real way of self-defense, and he gave up his one advantage in that statement. "We are all stranded here... We're just trying to survive....."

The uruk grunted, leaping down and landing before the GI.
"I have done as you asked....Now; who are you and what masters do you serve?" Lips peeled over sharp yellow teeth; the things eyes narrowed into blazing crimson slits as it watched him eagerly; purpose showing in its visage

Teorak turned around, ignoring the sudden appearance of a terrifying-looking creature. He saw the one called Master Chief, and stood to face him.

"You would not kill me...even though I tried to hard to kill you?" Teorak said with amazement. "You are either very noble, or filled with kek."

OOC:

Sorry... been doing lots of stuff today...

IC:

The woman sat there in the clearing many kilometres from the other beings now... she sat there listening as Frida relayed the goings on to her in Vrari, the language of the Shadows. She was lying on a small thin mattress of strange red material with a glass of what looked like red wine in her hand sipping at it while eating some kind of dried fruit. Then it became obvious there was going to be fight...

Woman:

Frida, can you give me a view screen of whats going on?

Frida(Ship):

Of course Mistress.

A holographic image condescended into view before the woman showing what was going on in a split screen.

Woman:

Thank you, Frida

Frida(Ship):

You are welcome Mistress.

The woman laughed at the partipants in her own little gladitorial show... this would be fun to watch.

"Kek? I don't know what that is.... But we would not kill you, unless we had no other choice to survive." says Master Chief Veen. "We are explorers, not warriors....."

"Kek," Teorak repeated, moving towards Master Chief as he did so, "Kek means weakness and death. For if one is weak, one might as well be dead as well."

Teorak stopped about a meter in front of Master Chief and briefly looked at his person. He noticed he had no weapons, no ways of defending himself. All it would take was a quick jab at the neck, a quick kick to the legs, and one sweeping motion, and Teorak could have easily taken off the Chief's head.

Instead, Teorak put out his huge, muscular arm and hand, saying, "Then I have misjudged you. I cannot survive alone, for Apophis has forsaken me. I am Teorak."

The Master Chief as well held his hand out... and shook it...

"I am Master Chief Michael Veen, former Command Master Chief of that hulk there, which once was the TRSS Tiamat. May her memory rest forever in the Republic...." the Master Chief says.

Teorak suddenly reached out with the hand he was shaking, and grabbed out to his elbow. Chief, startled, compulsively did the same. Teorak shook his arm, which was a customary greeting for brotherhood among the Jaffa.

Teorak couldn't explain why he was doing this. All of his years of battle and training told him to kill this heretic where he stood. And yet, he imediately felt there was something more. Something...else.

"I don't know why...but I feel I can trust you." Teorak said, giving a little smile as he did so. The Serpent tatoo on his head creased as his brow uplifted in his smile.

Teorak let go of Chief's arm and begun to laugh. He suddenly flelt good to be alive. His depression, his suicidal thoughts, they all left him. He flet whole, complete somehow.

His laughter even caried over to the Uruk and GI...

Kail, jumpy from being on a different planet, stranded, with no idea what they where saying, cocked his Pusle Rifle, and pointed it towards the Uruk. He was scared, he was surrounded by, a number of creatures, most of which armed, and he was guarding an Earthcastian who could speak. He was scared, and egdy.

Creed on the other hand was relaxed. He already had plans set out for their defencive perimmiter, using a Space Station design as the basis, he had edited it to suit their own needs. He turned, and was suprised to see Kail with the Pusle Rifle at the Uruks head.

The Uruk growled and turned to face the weapon.
"Does this make you strong? Does this make you in control? Are you any better than our brood if you threaten me when I have done nothing to you." It hissed and spat.
"Do I not even get to know the name of my executioner! MARINE!" It bellowed "SORCERER! BY the Ruinous Powers where are you!?"

Icewater eyes regarded the Uruk's own demonic yellow.

'I come from the UCE. D corps. I am Lieutenant Rennon Carde. Rennon will suffice.' He safed his weapon and lowered the muzzle, casting an appraising eye over this newcomer.

'You know of the UCE's status with your nation?' His tone was casual, but an undertone of warning was there. 'We are all stranded here until such time as Nightingale can rescue us. Or whatever aid comes to the table.' A sweep of the hand to indicate everyone, from stalwart Goa'Uld to mysterious Lesser Tsuranii.

'However, as you have seen, something malignant was delivered to this planet. There is rumour of buried colonies beneath the forests, and our fusion core went critical moments after entering this system. I do believe everyone here has encountered a similar problem.' A glance at the Pylon, majestic in the halflight, even for a wreck.

'Not only this, it appears we have all conveniently crashlanded here. On this Continent.'

'The likelihood of all crashsurvivors congregating upon the same Continent, given the varying entry vectors of ships and escape pods, is a six hundred to one chance.' Reported the DNI, using the communications equipment. It's voice had a wraithlike quality, and androgynous.

'You heard the AI, something, or someone, wanted us all here. On this continent.' A sombre look crossed the GI's face.

'I propose we work together, for protection, for survival. Perhaps even to discover this Planet's secret. I, for one, intend to find out what could cause a Scarecrows engineered Fusion Plant to destabilise without explanation. Or a ship the size of TRSS Tiamat to overshoot and hit a planet after expulsion from hyperspace.'

He turned to each in turn, asking for an explanation of their ship's failure.

"The drums beneath, the ruins go deep....Searching for power thats already therre; something....throbbing, humming, deep down deep. I heard its heart in the tunnels....The noise goes deep...The power goes deep; running lines of energy flowing..." The Uruk chuckled rambling lightly.
"I saw the ancient walls and touched the ancient writing; they were all about me; the ruins of ancient times...I saw it"

Creed listened for the first time. He thought about it. HE looked at Kail, and smiled. "Utpen hëtën éáponwá owndë Róthérbä, éhen illwí ótnën ármhë suën." He said in a light tone. "Éáthdë siën nlyóth hëtén tártsë foën uróen lorygé, Héten Älhérúvó illwä ácëtá suén." Kail slowly lowered the Rifle, worried all the same.

"You will have to Exscuse my friend," He told the Uruk. "This is is first time in the feild, he was ment to guard a large number of us along with a number of his own kind, but he now has to guard me by himself." He turned to the Uruk. "Do you wish to help us getting more things?" He said quickly.

*bump (we're on page 9)

The Master Chief looked at all the aliens around....

"There are quite a few other supplied, alot of food stocks and such left in the wreck of the Tiamat, as well as parts... We were pulling some of it out, but perhapse we should get more, and pool this amongst all of our peoples." says Master Chief Veen..... "Though, I'd have to ask Lieutenant Moore or Commander Pendleton; but I cannot see where they would disagree...."

Teorak turned to face Chief, and said
"All I was able to recover from my Deathglider was my Staff weapon and two Zat'Nikatals from the wreckage. And..."

Teorak pulled out three round balls.

"...these. Shock grenades. Set the timer, roll it out, and wait for it to go out. It sends out a shock wave which knocks out and stuns anyone within the radius of the blast."

Teorak turned to the GI and added, with a grin:

"It would even knock you out, I suppose. The Zat'Nikatal's stun weapon is much weaker than this."

*Kree-bump

(OOC) Would I be alowed to join in if I end up in even worse shape then the others, say, half a suvivor? :D

Creed noticed Teorak for the first time. For all his skills, Creed was not the most observent in eye. His mind dregistered, but never got around to telling him things. Kail on the other hand, had noticed Teorak before, ad watched him now. He noticed movement, and when his helmate zoomed, in, he nearly shot the Jaffa.

"Affaja, Óägen'lduén, Heytú ómëca ótén ïghtfë súen nceóth orëmï" He screamed with the rifle poined at his head. Creed mearly wispered something, and Kail lowered his rifle. He then turned to the Jaffa.

"Tell me pawn of the gods" He said, careful not to offend the warrior. "Would you be able to help us? I have a pod we can use, and If I can wire it right, It should be able to be a short range aircraft." He smiled. "I could show you how to do magic, the same type as the Goa'uld as well."

OOC Ok, If any of your nations want to make 50 billion Standered Credits, then go here: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=383285 Read the rules, and post a ship.

IC:

Woman:

Frida, please disperse a perimeter of Scarabs around our position. Set them to full explosive charge and await my command to detonate them by general area.

Frida(Ship):

As you command, Mistress

Over a thousand insect like little creatures sped out from the black spidery ship, they were as black as night but when they got to the positions they had been allocated they merged into their surroundings pretty much perfectly.

Woman:

Send out a wide band, rippling wave signal in all lateral directions. The message will be 'The Darkness has returned' add your mental scream after that.

Frida(Ship):

Yes, Mistress.

A silent wave of millenia of hatred, death and agony in a wave, which could be tasted in the air. Like the death cries of hundreds of billions of sentient creatures at the hands of a single race. All races had heard of them, mostly as myths and tales to warn children of the darkness that had engulfed the Galaxy a thousand years ago.

This craft was a scion of that Ancient civilisation, the woman one of the successors to that title... The Shadows of Z'ha'dum were back, with them came war, untold suffering and pain... in the name of Chaos and Evolution...

All that could be hoped for was that a new defender of Light would come forward... to fight the Darkness...

ooc: I know. I haven't been invited. But apparently, one of my ships crashed, anyway o.o So, yeah, somewhat connected to The Merchant Guilds, and not actually relevant for the people on the planet. Showing flag.

ic:

There was, of course, the question just why a devout follower of the teachings of chaos, a being incorporating the wisdom of those ancients... Chaos through warfare. Evolution through bloodshed. Perfection through victory. would just scream out the message, rather than operating like those ancients, hidden, beneath the surface, moving slowly, carefully.

Indeed, sometimes it seemed like even those ancients made mistakes... When chosing those who would further their goals.

On Z'Ha'Dum, a world whose name was only whispered by those few knowing, a mind, enslaved by a giant machine, felt a soft touch.

Wierden hadn't had a chance to free herself, in those thousand years passing by since she, greatest of the techno- mages, had been enslaved by the demanding mind of The Eye. Yet, she could feel the touch of the ship in question. And Wierden, the winged creature she was, last of the Taratimude, faithful followers of chaos until Wierden corrupted their mind, responded, automatically, the pityful remains of her mind unable to prevent it.

Well, she responded, the question was, of course, if she would actually be heard. Damaged as this machine of chaos was, it was not at all guaranteed that Frida would hear her... Feel her.

Yet, things had to be decided, and her ancient masters, hidden beneath the surface of this long dead world, came to discuss. Indeed, if security, if secrecy had been compromised, some things needed to be done.

And they would be done.

OOC: I sort of revived the Technomage order to be headed by Galen (an evil Shadow controlled version not like the ones in the books or Crusade but just as powerful as the Book one) and 'The Eye' as written in the Books, I don't use more an Organic Super Quantum Computer (i'd actually forgotten that Wierden was in the Eye).

But in the time line of the thing, my Shadows are the second race to bear that title, with the original Shadows as in B5 having left for the Rim a thousand years ago. This lot look like the Tiste Andii of the 'Mazalan Book of the Fallen' series and are going to use some Thirdspace race style heavy tech.

Sorry for the deviation, just thought i'd state that...

/deviation.

Teorak was angry. Very angry.

"I AM NO PAWN!!" Teorak yelled, pointing a threating finger at Kail, "I AM A DECIPLE OF APOPHIS, GOD OF THE UNIVERSE!!! HIS WILL IS JUSTAND GOOD!! HE WILL NOT ALLOW ANY HARM TO M-"

Teorak paused, his heart sinking again.

If he was so just...why did Ash'oon die? he thought, pain gripping him.

Teorak looked down, trying to fight back the tears.

"For...forget what I said." Teorak said, his sholders hung in defeat. "Let's...let's just get going. Where's my Staff?"

Teorak turned around, looking for his staff weapon, before he turned to Kail and said, "Please, forgive me for that outburst. I would be happy to help you. I don't think an aircraft is going to help us, though. Even our mighty Deathgliders couldn't w-"

It was then that the scream reached them.

Teorak could feel the power behind it, but his symbiote held his mind fast. He did not colapse. He felt...as thought it was in his head...a message...

"The Darkness has returned..."

Both Creed and Kail heard the scream, yet could not care less. The Psykicentic Chip implaneted in their brains ment they where not affected by any type of psykic or mind warfare. They listened to the scream, and then thwe two worked together to make a reply.

-Careful who you talk to.- Came a voice that was two. -Our race know the true ancients. The ones you think are old are nothing, the race we know wiped the ancients from the universe, 500 of them destroyed your old ones greatest fleets. The ancients where gods, made from the stuff of this universe.- They then used their Psykicentic Chips to send the message, and then smiled.

OOC Now, before you say "You have no idea what our ancients where" You must understand Tsurani are born to belive these ancients where what they said. Now, besides the fact that before our anicents where imprisoned nothing evolved without their letting it, so your race would have come into exisance AFTER the CHaos Wars where the Anicents where imprisoned.

*Kree-bump

(OOC) Should I take the lack of response to my question to mean yes, no, mayby, post once more and I'll remove your kidny with a dulled spork, ect..? Or just that no one is paying atenstion to me.

OOC: Sorry! I didn't see that there!

I'm sorry, but we're filled up. It's hard enough with this number of people to keep this story going, and I've already turned down someone who came before you.

However, look for another topic like this (Probably called something like "Enemy Mine") after this thread is completed.

Sorry again!

You know, I really hope Tsurani and Chronosia respond...we kinda need them to keep going...

The thunderous message stopped the DNI solid, its own ethereal state systems shuddering to a halt.
And as suddenly as the overwhelming roar into the ether had frozen the machine, it regained all functions, checking efficiency and its memory buffers for signs of damage. None. But the lingering feeling of shock and surprisefelt alien to it. It felt like it had died. But it wasn't really alive...
The closest the AI had ever come to having a stroke.

'What... In the NINE HELLS, was THAT?!' Said a much more animate, and much more solid and 5 dimensional GI, clipped Australian accent bleeding out suddenly. Even to him, it felt like he'd just had a God sit on his shoulders.

OOC: Bear in the mind the Shadows (First Race to bear the title) were the Third Sentient race to go to the Stars. I will RP your ancients to be the First Ones, known to the First Incarnation of the Shadows. Is that ok? i.e. they are very powerful beings... who arbitrated the disputes of the younger races... including the orignal Shadows... my lot know of this because of the information left by the original Shadows for their next incarnation. This gives you plenty of room to manouver with this... I hope...

IC:

Frida(Ship):

Mistress, a member of a race claims to know the First Ones...

Woman:

Impossible, only the Vorlons and a few others knew of them. If this is true, we must move to annilate them, we may have to call on the First Ones from the Xerial Dimension as described in the Vorlon writings, we captured at the battle of Shak IV. How can such a young race know about such a race?

Frida(Ship):

They maybe the new incarnation of the First Ones, Mistress. Or maybe they might be warriors under their instruction. But there is another thing, Mistress. The Original eye is calling to me... some of the First Shadows maybe coming behind it.

The woman almost seemed to freeze in mid sip of a cup of Hot Jahla.

Woman:

I hope your joking, Frida.

Frida(Ship):

No, Mistress... I have no sense of humour as you kn...

Woman

Send a Tacheyon signal direct to Z'ha'dum it is to be as powerful as it is possible to be, use some of your life energy if nessacary. Ultraviolet priority to Lord Stra'coth. Relay what you think to him.

Frida(Ship):

Yes, Mistress.

A massively powerful signal spewed out from the ship to the surrounding area it looked like a huge straight lightening bolt that caused a momentary ear piercing scream as it cut through the air...

So.... is this like Survivor?