NationStates Jolt Archive


The Sleeper Awakes

Nistolonia
19-10-2005, 20:05
OOC: This is an FT RP/War. Before you post, read the guidelines.

1) Space is limited. I'll post when space runs out, depending on intrest, ect...
2) No super weapons. No nova cannons/superlasers/galaxy guns. Ever.
3) Try to be a good Rper. And try to use complete sentences and correct grammar.
4) I might need to someone to RP the Kal'orgora, otherwise, I'm Rping them, Sollion and Nistolonia.
5) Your nations total MAXIMUM Military is equal to its population. Its civilain population is 10-20 times more then this. Feel free to change this according your nation, as long as total military (including logistics personel) is equal to or under your population as listed on your NS page.
6) No godmodding. If you are losing the war, you're losing the war. Dont make it no fun for everyone else by never losing a battle.
7) Post some basics about your millitary so everyone knows what everyone is.
8) You may have Psykers/Mages. For every million people you have in your total NS population, you can have 2 psykers. Some nations will have more, but the extra ones will have abilities such as lifting up newspapers with the mind, or frying the brains of small insects. Nistolonia(Plus Nistolos) and Sollion, for example, have a combined population of about 1,100,000,000. This means that they have 2,200 Psykers. All of them are Nistolonian, as Sollions dont have any Psychic potential, but you get the idea.



IC:

The planet of Edyra looked grey and lifeless from orbit, and once the StarKiller (http://www.forgeworld.co.uk/vampirh.htm) got closer, L'eowin could see that it was as grey and lifeless as it looked. The only signs of life, or remains of life, was the research facility nestled between two mountains. He gently sent his craft into a slow dive towards the facility, flicking on his sensors to account for the grey ash storms that blocked most of his vision. At his remote command, the two bay doors slowly began to pull apart, creaking and groaning from underuse.
"L'eowin?" Hy'lissa called from the back. "Can you see anything?"
"Nope. Damn ash storm has blocked out visual. How about you, Dracor?"
The third member of the investigating team poked his head through the port to the bottom turret. "Nope. Sensors only from here too." He pulled himself out of the hole and went to stand behind L'eowin. "Doesn't look like anyone's been here for a while, though. At least, with the noise the bay door made, and sensors picking up no power..."
"Still got life signs." L'eowin gently brought the ship down to land.
"Life signs of what?" remarked Dracor grimly.



"Ok, lets suit up. Take weapons and full kit." L'eowin walked to the rear cabin, where the last member of the team, Yryill sat, reading a holo-mag.
"Yryill, you watch the ship. Everyone else is coming with me. Remember, we're looking for the sender of the distress call, so check your targets if we get in combat."

(OOC: Nistolonian Shadowsuit/Armourhttp://skins.hiveworldterra.co.uk/images/EldarGuardiansExamples.jpg)

The ramp hissed open, and the three team members silently stepped out, weapons scanning the loading bay. Yryill watched from the ramp as the team quickly searched the area.
"Negetive" Hy'lissa whispered through her commlink. "Nothing here"
"Right." L'eowin had his darksword out instead of his rifle, and he pointed it at the door. "Cover me"
The other two leveled their rifles at the door as he punched in the code. The door opened, into a dark hall. Or at least, dark for a human, as the eyes of the Nistolonians, genetically enhanced, saw through it is if it were day. The hall was empty, except for a few chairs and desks which were upside down in the middle of the passage.
"Motion and Heat sensors show clear." said Dracor "Lets move."
L'eowin led the way down the hall, checking every room they passed. Most were simply deserted, but still had desks, chairs, vidscreens and other normal office equipment. Others were ransacked, with furniture strewn everywhere. In one, blood coated the far wall.

"Ok" Hy'lissa said. "It looks like the upper level is clear. We need to get to the Command Section."
"Theres a turbolift through there" said L'eowin, pointing.

They dropped down a level on the turbolift, which Dracor had to manually power up with a spare powercell from the ship. The second level had a glowing sign which read "Command and Control Section, Please show your ID at the security checkpoint"
Most of the letters flickered on and off, but the light was enough to show that the security checkpoint had been trashed. Most of the equipment there was thrown around the room, and blood spatters could be seen on most of the walls. A few Nistolonian PulseLancer rifles and pistols layed on the floor. The hallway was much the same, and the Command Center was deserted. The doors opened to L'eowin's security clearance, and they stepped inside. Still no-one. A single VidScreen was still working, and Hy'lissa sat down to investigate.
"What is it?" Dracor was covering the door, but looked back. "What's wrong?"
"Hold on." She continued to type. "Shit."
"What?"
"Remember that small part of Nistolonian History about the Kal'ogora?"
"Of course. As does every single Nistolonian who had history. The lost Fleets of Nistolonia. A group of Pyschics from the High Council went on a normal mission to some planet or other, but somehow, the ships shadowdrive failed. They disappeared, except for one small ship. The crew were almost all dead, ripped to pieces, and the others were insane. Further investigation showed that there was some insectiod race, the S'lessa, had boarded their ship and killed them, but no-one knew how or why, because some of the vitoms had no visible wounds on them, and others died of gunfire from weapons that weren't aboard the ship. One of the victoms had incredible Psychic potential, but even he was a gibbering wreck. No-one's heard anything from or about the fleet for 300 years. I was newborn then, but I started hearing about it as soon as I could understand."
"Well, that Psyker is here. They grabbed him to study him and seee what had happened to the fleet. I just found the lead scientists log. I'll play it."
She pushed a few buttons, and a male voice came on over the speakers.

"3/13/96. The subject still only jabbers on about the "Ones in Darkness" whenever questioned about what happened. He has to be restrained, and a Pyschic nullifier has to be always with him, or else the Cobra knows what he'll do. We're starting to work on him tomorrow.
3/14-30/96. The experiments are a success! He begins to speak coherantly, telling of how they we're ambushed. Unfortuanatly, it turns out that he was stunned by something and can't say what happened after, reverting back to the "Ones in Darkness". If we cant get much more out of him, I dont know what we're going to do.
4/3-14/96. Holy Cobra preserve us. The fleet apparently ran into some force. If what we've found in this mind is true, then we should hope that the fleet is long destroyed."

The log stopped.
"Everything else is corrupted." Hy'lissa said, shutting off the screen. "But we know what happened. The distress call."
"So?"
"What sort of call was it?"
"A Psychic one, it was very strong...." L'eowin's voice trailed off. "That was him?"
"Yup. He sent out a call that would reach the Kal'ogora. He was freed by something, or someone, whoever trashed this place. The creatures of the Kal'ogora took the bodies for something, and then..."

"Shit. Yryill, start uploading our video and audio feed back to Nistolonian Command. Signs of violence, blood, PulseLance marks on the walls, some referance to the Lost Fleet, everything."
"Right, I'll try, L'eowin, but communications pretty messed up. I guess its the ash storms. I'm starting the upload......." Yryills voice disappeared in a haze of static.
"Yryill! Come in! Comm check!"
"I hear you." That was Hy'lissa
"Same here. The comm loss is probably--" Dracors voice cut off. The other two spun around, in time to see the insect-like creature, holding Dracor in its mandibles, take off down the hall. Hy'Lissa quickly leveled her rifle and fired.
The green, spiraling energy bolt blasted the creature into the far wall, it's brains and guts splattering into Dracor as he was released.
"Shit!" Dracor stood, holding his side. "Stupid bug. Gimmie a sec."
"We dont have a sec! Yryill! Do you read me??"
"..........Read you, L'eowin. We have multiple incoming starships, bearing mark 11653, in attack formation. You better haul your ass out of there."
"S'lessa!" yelled Hy'lissa, and opened up down the hallway, filling it with green bolts. L'eowin heard hisses and screams, before something lept at him from the side. He rolled out of the way, his darksword held up in front of him. The S'lessa in front of him lunged again, but L'eowin held up his hand, focusing his mind. The creature stopped in mid-leap as if it hit a brick wall and fell, dead. Another took its place, but he cut this one down with a quick sweep of his sword.
"Get back to the ship! Go Go Go!"
The three of them ran, followed by the clicks and hissings of the S'lessa following. The turbolift was still working, but they barely made it in before a snarling face forcd its way through the doors. Dracor shot it in the face, and the doors closed. The upper levels were deserted as before, but L'eowin knew that there were emergancy stairwells that the creatures wouls use. They sprinted to the ship, which Yryill had already powered up. Stepping over two S'lessa which lay in bloody heaps outside, L'eowin powered the ramp up and dashed into the cockpit, as Yryill hit the repulser drive and rocketed out of the bay.
"Quick. We should have an open comm channel by now." L'eowin took over piloting from Yryill. "Contact Command and tell them everything."
Nistolonia
19-10-2005, 22:56
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