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An Ancient Race Returns (FT)

Kemetians
29-11-2005, 18:40
The sun was shining, for the first time in many fractions. The still blue ocean glistened beneath its gentle red glow, and several of the umbrella plants had opened themselves up and turned to face it, their big red leaves basking in the refreshing warmth. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and not a breeze in the air. It was a perfect day.

Which was an unusual thing on this wet, hot world. A small planet, Geb orbited a red dwarf star. Which meant, in order for anything to live on the world it was dangerously close to the dim star. To make matters worse, it was a flare star -- it frequently bombarded the small planet with intense amounts heat and radiation. Most animals had evolved to survive them, provided some degree of cover could be found. The plants in particular only needed to fold away their red leaves and they were fine. Like many animals on Earth, most sensed such things coming before they presented a risk. Other animals, like the Gebians themselves, had to seek refuge underground for the duration of the flare or suffer some... unpleasant consequences. In the past, they had relied on mystical prophesies and the behaviour of other animals to tell them when a flare was going to occur, but in this industrial age they had more sophisticated monitoring equipment. The flare was still an important part of every culture on the planet, but it was less of a danger these days.

Mamchak thought himself lucky, as Junopa was the only country on Planet Geb that had any decent weather since the last flare. It was hard to imagine that everybody in this place had been forced to the underground shelters only a few days ago by the deadly solar flare. For today, people bustled around the narrow streets of Junopa city, taking advantage of the first decent amount of weather in a long while. Most of them wore fairly revealing clothes, exposing their pinkish mottled skin in excess to try and keep cool.

He stood on Main Street, flapping his thin ears and looking around at the impressive architecture of the city centre. It was surely the grandest city on Geb. The towering City Hall sat at the end of the street, its design reminiscent of a strange cross between Ancient Egyptian and Ancient Greek architecture. An enormous golden plaque was fixed firmly to the top of the building, which signified the founding of the city and the founding of their nation. Beside it, the even larger Museum of Nature & History, which contained the largest and most impressive exhibit in the world, and some of the finest minds of their nation worked there on various discoveries. On the opposite side of the street were various other official buildings, including the police headquarters for the entire nation, the national bank and the Department of Military Operations. In the centre of the collection of prestigious buildings was a tall obelisk, reaching towards the sky.

It was the museum that Mamchak and his brethren of younglings were trying to get to. Its enormous main entrance was so close, and yet with all these people in the way, so far away. They pushed through the crowds of people, almost being swept away in the torrent a few times but always maintaining their course. With a cry of success they finally reached the main stairway, and made their way up towards the entrance.

As the posters inside testified, the museum had just received a new set of artifacts from a dig down in the Equatorial Wastelands. An ancient nation which called itself 'Kemet' once inhabited the barren climate slightly north of the equator, almost 8,000 years ago. A superpower of the era, Kemet was far more advanced than any of the other civilisations at the time, and they left behind enormous monuments of their greatness. Statues of their gods, huge obelisks much like the one that stood before him now, temples and cities of enormous size. The glorious white pyramids were particularly famous. They appeared to be perfectly symmetrical, and were obviously built to last much longer than the 8,000 years they had stood. But how they were built, and why, remained a mystery to this day.

Recently, in a particularly hazardous dig on the equator, scientists had unearthed a previously undiscovered pyramid, and with it, a whole new series of artifacts. They were said to be some of the most magnificent finds to date, with literally tons of golden treasures. A sarcophagus was also located and extracted, much to the anger of some religious zealots who still believed in the old gods. All of it had been brought to Junopa and put on display. The scientists hoped that the exhibit would raise enough money on its own so that they could begin an analysis of the artifacts.

Trying to control the three younglings who followed in his wake, Mamchak eagerly paid the entrance fee and followed the directions on the walls. The foremost exhibit in the museum had always been the massive purpothod skeletons. These massive creatures could not really be classified as mammal or reptile, as they shared few characteristics with either. They were more like a cross between the two, with some insect characteristics thrown in. They were amongst the first large creatures which had evolved to resist the deadly solar flares. Standing at nearly 40 feet, Mamchak was glad they had been extinct for nearly 10 million years.

Passing by the ferocious series of purpothod exhibits after satiating the curiosity of the younglings, they entered into some of the less imposing exhibits. A recreation of a Junopan town 500 years ago, a display of old weapons, some models charting the progress of architectural techniques over the ages. Finally, hanging above a large set of glass doors, a banner which read; "Ancient Kemet Exhibit".

Mamchak was looking forward to this part of the exhibit. He had always been fascinated by Ancient Kemet. He was less pleased to see the queue that had formed outside the double-doors, but nevertheless he patiently stood at the end of the line with the younglings and waited.

"Father! Let's go back to the monsters!" they kept yelling to him, pulling on his jacket.

"Stop it," he said. "I will buy you a frosted jung-jung berry each if you just wait patiently. Father wants to see this exhibit... we can do whatever you want when I am done." That seemed to satisfy them for now. They began to play word games with each other as the queue gradually began to move closer towards the doorway.

An hour passed, and the queue finally moved him and the younglings to the front. After stamping his pass, the attendant nodded to him and allowed him to enter.

And the world he entered was awesome. It seemed as though the room was practically made of gold and precious gem stones. The glorious artifacts were everywhere, covering every horizontal surface and most of the walls. The centre of the large room was cordoned off with some glass divides. Mamchak couldn't tell what was inside the fenced-off area, as it was almost completely obscured by a crowd of people scrambling over each other to look.

He looked around the room, the younglings following quietly, apparently eager to get their bribe. He looked at all of the exquisite jewelry and clothing, all of the royal treasures, which included golden swords and the like. There was so much of it that he couldn't take it all in... which reminded him that he needed to buy a visitors book before they left.

Eventually, the section in the middle was the only part he hadn't seen. He politely made his way through the crowd, which was finally starting to dwindle as the museum got close to closing time, until he finally reached the glass fence. A man, who was probably one of the scientists involved in the excavation, milled around inside, using protective gloves to pick up various artifacts and look them over. Inside the area was all the more delicate stuff. A series of four stone canopic jars, the various ancient texts (which nobody had been able to decipher), and the sarcophagus. It was the sarcophagus which was most impressive of all, as the lid had been removed and inside... a perfectly preserved mummy!

"Wow..." Mamchak whispered.

"Ooh father, is that a corpse?!" his only male youngling exclaimed enthusiastically.

"It is a mummy," Mamchak corrected him.

"Mummy doesn't look like that," the youngling said, furrowing his brow.

"A mummy is a preserved body," the scientist inside the area said, looking up and smiling at the youngling. "To stop the body from rotting, it is drained and preserved with these bandages. Of particular interest to you I might imagine, they used to pull the brain out through the breathing hole with a sharp hook."

"Cooool!" the youngling said, which received a glare from Mamchak. "I mean... gross..."

"How old is this mummy, anyway?" Mamchak asked the scientist. The badge he wore read 'Dr. Hulak'.

"We do not know," Dr. Hulak shrugged, his pink ears drooping slightly. "This is the first place it has been since the excavation. We are hoping that this exhibit will provide us with the funds to continue our studies. I personally would very much like to subject this body to an X-ray. It looks remarkably well-preserved, and generally larger and bulkier than most we have encountered in the past. I believe that this mummy represents a new form of preservation discovered by the Kemetians prior to their disappearance."

"Interesting..." Mamchak nodded thoughtfully. The mummy was certainly larger than most he had seen in books. It seemed to be at least a foot taller than he was, and quite broad. As Dr. Hulak wandered off to other artifacts, Mamchak looked closely at the mummy. There was something odd about it.

"Come on father!" the younglings said, and started pulling at his trousers again. Seems like standing in one place for too long was too much for them. As he turned around to give in, he was certain he saw a flicker of red light in the corner of his eye, but... it was probably nothing.

"Alright you three, where do you want to go?" he asked. The younglings had suddenly fallen silent, gazing through him. The crowd all around the central exhibit had fallen silent too, all staring past him.

All he heard was the rasping sound of breathing, right behind him.
Elyria-Lorain
29-11-2005, 19:41
ooc: very well done opening post. Interesting, well thought out, grammar and spelling excellent. I for one will be watching and ejoying this thread.
Gaian Ascendancy
29-11-2005, 20:09
((OC- Wow, an excellent first post. It'll be good to see where this all goes. Baseless taggness by the way. =^^= Welcome to NS. ))
SeaQuest
29-11-2005, 21:09
OOC: Ooh, nice intro post, dude. Keep up the good work, Kemetians. I await to see how this thread unfolds eagerly.
Kemetians
12-12-2005, 17:02
(( Thanks all. Delay caused by Christmas shopping & EQ2...))

Mamchak stopped breathing himself as he heard the rasping sounds of a throat that hadn't been used in 8,000 years. The breathing was unsteady at first, unstable and strained, but after a few moments it became more steady. The rasping sound was the only audible noise in the large exhibition room, as everyone inside had frozen in fear. A musty smell began to waft over the crowd.

Mamchak summoned the courage to turn his head slightly and look down at the breathing corpse. Its bandages were certainly old and degraded, and they broke apart slightly as the bulky chest of whoever was inside rose up and down gently and pushed against the ancient fabric. Once again, Mamchak was certain that he could see a faint red glow beneath the bandages where the mummy's eyes would be. Why would its eyes be glowing like that unless... something supernatural was at work...?

The mummy remained still for a while. Its breathing gradually became faster and, from the sound of it, easier. The crowd of people around it still didn't breath at all, though. They were frozen to the spot, gazing upon the ancient corpse as though it was the only thing in the world. Dr. Hulak seemed to be the only person in the room who wasn't paralysed by fear, but more by curiosity -- an 8,000 year old corpse with no lungs had just started breathing, after all.

"Everybody stay calm," he said quietly. He slowly edged towards the mummy, petrified and yet fascinated at the same time. He looked down upon the mummy, watching its chest move up and down. "How very strange..."

He immediately jumped backwards, falling over the fence and into the crowd clumsily, as something stirred beneath the bandages. Where its arms had been folded, the ancient rags broke apart. Its hands opened slowly, making a disturbing bone-cracking sound as they did so. The bandages around its fingers broke apart and crumbled into dust, revealing blue mottled skin and dark, black claw-like nails.

"What has happened to its hands?!" Mamchak whispered to Dr. Hulak.

"It... must be something used in the preservation process..." Dr. Hulak said. "I did say that I thought it was a new type of process. It must have preserved it in an unusual way..."

The hands slowly lifted upwards, its arms making cracking noises as it did so, and they carefully broke the bandages away from its eyes. When the eyes were uncovered, people were startled. Nothing but a peculiar red glow emanated from the sockets. The mummy then made a loud groaning noise.

"It's a curse! A curse from the old gods! RUN!" someone from the crowd screamed. As the mummy's legs began to move also, the crowd didn't need much encouragement. Everybody suddenly screamed wildly and scrambled towards the exhibit's exit. People were knocked down and trampled upon, pieces of the exhibit were knocked from their tables and smashed against the ground. As they began to spill from the doors screaming about curses and ghosts, people in the museum proper began to panic and run as well. All hell was breaking lose. But Mamchak managed to grab his younglings out of the torrent, and duck beneath one of the tables. They had a good vantage point of whatever that thing was in the sarcophagus, but at the same time they weren't likely to get trampled by the mindless sheep. Dr. Hulak slid across the floor and joined them beneath the table. A cut across his face signified that he wasn't quite quick enough to escape injury.

In the midst of the chaos, the mummy slowly managed to sit up, groaning loudly. Its neck cracked horrendously as it slowly looked around the room and the panic-striken runners. Paying them no heed, it looked down at its legs and began to move them slightly. The bandages broke apart as they separated. It grunted victoriously and began trying to get to its ancient feet.

"What is going on?!" Mamchak whispered harshly to Dr. Hulak. The scientist's ears were upright and alert, his eyes wild. He shrugged, helplessly.

The crowd had finally managed to escape the room, leaving two dead bodies behind, trampled into unrecognisable pulp. They could still hear the screams from elsewhere in the museum. But they wouldn't have to wait for long -- security would be along soon to rescue them.

The mummy, in the meantime, managed to get to its feet. It was unsteady at first, but it somehow managed to gain its balance. It held its arms up to balance itself, and it began to walk forwards slowly. One step at a time, it pushed the flimsy barriers out of its way and made its way across the exhibit. It stopped beside one of the tables, balancing itself against it and looking down at some of the glittering pieces of jewelry. Mamchak watched curiously as it reached down and picked up a large golden wrist cuff. It placed the piece against its arm, and the two golden halves snapped shut around its lower arm.

"Why is it putting jewelry on...?" Mamchak whispered. Dr. Hulak shrugged once more.

"I am an expert in archeology, not the undead," he said. "My beliefs tell me that this isn't actually happening. I'm sure there's a good explanation for all this..."

The mummy put a similar golden wrist band on its other arm, though this one was even more elegant and had a large green crystal on the top. It then put on a golden belt, and finally a large Pharaoh's crown. Despite being dead, the creature seemed to know what it was doing, and why it was doing it.

The glass doors to the exhibit were suddenly slammed open, and smashed against the walls, and three security guards burst into the room. Their uniforms were torn and their hair unkempt, suggesting that they hadn't avoided the mobs which were still screaming somewhere in the distance. They pulled out pistols. They were a dull silver in colour, with spiral patterns around the barrel; they almost looked like toys. But they were chemically-propelled projectile weapons, lethal at ranges of 500 metres or less.

"What the...?!" one of the guards exclaimed. The startled mummy stood at nearly 7 feet across the room from him, and slowly turned its head to look at the newcomers.

One of the guards fired at the tall, bandaged creature spontaneously. The bullet impacted with the mummy's shoulder, knocking it backwards slightly and splattering a black liquid out of the hole it made.

"Hold on, you trigger-happy burfolops!" Dr. Hulak shouted from under the table. "That's a priceless discovery you're shooting at!"

The mummy regained its balance. It struggled to touch the green crystal on one of its wrist bands, which started to glow slightly.

"Sorry Doc, but this thing's dangerous! Open fire! Put that... thing down!" the lead guard shouted. The three guards lifted their pistols and filled the air with deafening bangs. Bullets whizzed across the room at a rapid rate as the three guards fired their weapons relentlessly at the mummy. But instead of hitting it, something odd happened. The bullets simply disappeared as they encountered some kind of green-blue bubble that illuminated around the mummy. The security guards emptied their entire magazines into the creature, reloaded, and then fired off another set. But the mummy simply stood there, with one half of it glowing with the light of the bubble that surrounded its body.

The look of dismay on the faces of the guards was obvious as the mummy began walking towards them slowly. The bubble subsided from view once they stopped shooting at it, though it obviously didn't care if they had any more bullets to shoot at it with. And they didn't. They looked at each other, turned tail and sprinted out of the exhibit room, screaming.

"Well, I didn't know it could do that," Dr. Hulak said simply. The mummy wandered out of the exhibit and into the main area of the museum, causing even more screaming as it did so.

"We've got to follow it!" Mamchak said. "It has magic powers -- who knows what other damage it could do! Shouldn't we get a druid to cleanse it or something?"

"Don't be stupid, it's probably... probably just a reflex action, or something..." Dr. Hulak shrugged.

"Of course..." Mamchak sighed. "Younglings, stay here where it is safe. Father will be back shortly -- don't worry."

The younglings nodded. Apparently they thought it was all rather 'cool' rather than scary.

"Alright Doctor, let's follow that corpse..." Mamchak said, enthusiastically. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with it once they caught up with it, but his curiosity got the better of him.
Kemetians
25-04-2006, 17:06
Mamchak and hulak cautiously rounded a corner. The replica Junopan town looked like it had been involved in a civil war. The life-like, period-costumed mannequins were strewn across the town in various states of disarray, with crates, hay and pieces of the scenery lying all over the ground. Torn pieces of clothes marked a trail of destruction, leading off into the museum. A lone Gebian poked his head up from behind a stable door, his pink ears twitching nervously as he glanced around.

"You there!" Mamchak called out across the ruined replica high street. "What happened?"

The man seemed relieved to hear a voice, and immediately hopped over the stable door and scurried over to them.

"It was horrid!" the man spluttered, skidding to a halt. "People started screaming and running like a herd of retricals through the town... hitting and pushing each other as they went. I... I went and hid over there. I was about to come out when I saw... something. But... what I saw couldn't have been, so... I must have imagined it, yes."

"What you saw, where was it going?" Mamchak asked.

"Just... follow the trail of destruction to the purpothods..." the man said. "I'm getting out of here!"

Without another word, the man twitched his pink ears once more and sprinted away, in the opposite direction to the way he had pointed out the creature.

"Well he certainly has the heeby-jeebies," Hulak said, watching the man scurry away.

"It isn't every day that you see a walking corpse," Mamchak said to him.

The two followed the trail of destruction as the man suggested. And certainly, it was a trail of destruction. Priceless exhibits turned upside down, smashed and knocked to the floor. Leaflets and torn clothes littered the floors, and unfortunately so did splashes of bright pink blood, leaving a clear path for them to follow. The crowd must have been like stampeding animals to cause so much destruction. Considering how quickly the creature was capable of moving, would it not have made more sense for them to orderly leave the building? Even at normal walking pace, it could not have caught them. If indeed it even intended to.

Still, one couldn't reason with a terrified mob. The trail of destruction led right into, as indicated, the purpothod exhibit. Fortunately, none of the massive skeletons appeared to have been damaged by the mob. They had swarmed away from them, and straight out of the main doors. Unfortunately, the main doors had been sealed and metal barriers had come down. They were designed to stop thieves from entering or leaving, though it was doubtful the designers ever conceived of them having to keep the undead from escaping. Hulak appeared panicked when he saw the barriers, having no way of leaving.

Mamchak ignored the Doctor, who rambled and ran towards the doors and began bashing his insubstantial weight against the barriers. He turned and looked inwards towards the skeletons. Silent and unmoving, the 'corpse' stood beside the biggest purpothod skeleton, a fearsome carnivore, looking up at it weakly.

"H... hello there?" Mamchak spoke up meekly. Hulak stopped bashing the barriers and looked over his shoulder, freezing. The mummy turned around slowly and looked at him with what seemed to be curiosity.

"My name... is Mamchak," he continued. "What do you want? Maybe we could help you...?"

The mummy said nothing and didn't move. It looked down at one of its bracelets, and it flashed a blue light.

"You... don't want to hurt us, do you?" Mamchak gulped. Not that it could catch them if they ran, but... still. The undead was still a frightening thing.

The thing looked up again. The bandage around its mouth crumbled away slightly as it opened it, coughing up dust. Mamchak backed away slightly as it wheezed uneasily. It stopped for a second and made a loud groaning noise. It opened its mouth once more, and a feint voice came from its lips! It spoke in an eerie, two-toned voice which almost sounded mechanical. It certainly wasn't a Gebian voice. The language it spoke was one that Mamchak didn't recognise, though he presumed it was Ancient Kemetian. The language had never been deciphered in any form, so nobody could translate what this mummy was saying. It seemed to be calm enough, though.

"I... I don't understand what you are saying..." Mamchak said nervously.

The mummy looked down once more at the bracelet it wore, and once again it flashed a blue light from the largest of the gems.

"I... I don't understand what you are saying... My... want... you... help..." the bracelet said, much to Mamchak's surprise. The bracelet seemed to have been recording his words, and was now trying to piece them together into a sentence. The mummy looked on, vacantly.

"Help with what?" Mamchak said, somewhat startled.

"My... want..." the bracelet said. The mummy then struggled to lift its creaking arm into the air and pointed at one of its bracelets.

"You want... you want more artifacts?"

"My... want more artifacts?" the bracelet repeated. The mummy lowered its arms again and struggled to nod a couple of times.

"The majority of the artifacts are in the storage areas," Hulak whispered. "But I don't think it is a good idea to give..."

"It hasn't hurt anybody yet," Mamchak said. "It could have done, and it's even been shot at and did nothing. I don't think it wants to hurt anybody."

Mamchak beckoned to the mummy, drawing his hand towards himself in the universal sign for 'come here'. "Follow me. I know where there are more artifacts."

The mummy watched the two Gebians begin walking slowly, and began to follow. As time went on it seemed to gain more motor abilities, as it now seemed to be walking somewhat easier than before. It followed them into the museum, through a couple of exhibits until they reached a small door hidden in the corner. Hulak unlocked the door, with much protest, and they entered. Before them were rooms filled with artifacts that had been abandoned. They were all being studied, catalogued and repaired as necessary right up until the museum was abandoned.

The mummy seemed happier, as if it were possible to tell. It waddled into the room and clumsily began picking up various pieces, examining them. It placed a few to one side on a desk, ignoring the rest as it searched for something. It found a pair of golden gauntlets which it immediately attached; the two ancient objects appeared to come to life in its presence, the gems glowing and the gauntlets immediately clamping shut around its forearms. It continued searching through the artifacts slowly, until it found a single canopic jar.

It lifted the jar from the table and put it down on a counter nearby. The canopic jar had been left amongst the other artifacts; alone it seemed redundant, and it was sealed too tightly for anybody to risk attempting to open it. But when the mummy twisted the top, it easily slid open. It tipped the jar upside down and a short metal tube clanged down onto the counter, which the mummy immediately grabbed. Placing it against its arm, the small tube made a hissing sound, and the mummy twitched slightly, groaning in what seemed to be relief.

It tossed the tube away, discarding it and the jar, and went back to searching through the reams of artifacts. Mamchak and Hulak simply watched quietly, not wanting to get in its way.
The Ancient Isles
01-05-2006, 14:39
(ooc - nice work....I'm listening!)